The Chaote Poem

My old man's a faggot,
He's in the IOT,
He wears black leather trousers,
And smokes DMT

And when you say he's crazy,
Then he would say to you,
That everything's permitted
And NOTHING BLOODY TRUE!

He looks so very evil,
With his chaos robe and ring,
And when he's on his gnosis
He can invoke just anything...

I'd really like to meet him
Just so I could see
Where I could get my grubby paws
On some fucking DMT!!!

Would the person who originally perpetrated this please step forward. Sorry, but I've forgotten who was responsible. (It was a long, stoned night, okay?!?).
4th Verse by Choronzon.