Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! Convert 'em or Kill 'em !A Poem by Easter3What happens when everyone is all Quacked out ?Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! Convert “em or Kill ‘em ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Quacked the Dynastic-Iconoclastic Christian King Duck Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Quacked the Dynastic-Iconoclastic Muslim King Duck Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Quacked the Dynastic-Iconoclastic Buddhist King Duck Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Quacked the Dynastic-Iconoclastic Hindu King Duck Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em ! Quacked All of the Dynastic-Iconoclastic and Tribal Religious And Anti-Religious King and Queen Ducks of the World And so Agelessly, Repetitively, Ritualistically, Habitually and Obsessively Quacking “Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em” ! “Convert ‘em or Kill ‘em” ! The Dynastic Religious and Anti-Religious King and Queen Ducks And All of their Ever-Quacking and Earnestly Quaking Faithful Hordes of the World Emerged and Converged Beak-to-cracking-Beak, Webbed Foot paddling and ripping out against Webbed Foot The Feathers Ruffle, Gruffle and Fly Blood and Guts Eye for a beady Mote-filled Eye And what is left ?! Endless Hills and Valleys Mountains, Oceans, Rivers and Streams Of plucked and ravaged Dead Duck, Holier-than-Thou carcasses Cyclically shrouded by reverberating Vultures Screams Who’s Quacking Now ?!
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