Fucktards of the Faroes

The awfulness of dying
And knowing there’s no chance
A great pod will be broken in
The tyranny the lance
Thrust into each being
Cutting us right through
Fathers mothers sisters brothers
Know not what to do
We all love the ocean
The blueness and the care
Observance of the goddess
The thanksgiving we share
The Faroes is a gruesome hole
Of bluster and of sneer
Of blatancy and of flagrancy
And unbelievable fear.