Bastard - Ed Gein

I hope cancer claims you

That stem cells could have cured

And as you’re puking your guts from chemo and dying in your bed

I hope your god still comforts you

Because due to your ban of federal funding, science cannot save you

And you did it to yourself

And you’ll be taking thousands more down with you

All because you equate a ball of cells in a petri dish with a conscious human

being

If I ever met you without your secret service, I would spit in your face