Sing a hymn to Discordianism

THERE IS NO TRUTH BUT CHAOS... The Battle Hymn of the Eristocracy Continued ...now with 3 more verses to serve you better! By Pope TV Pynchon

Mine brain has meditated on the spinning of the Chao;

It is hovering o'er the tables where the Chiefs of Staff are now

Gathered in discussion of the dropping of the Bomb;

Her Apple Corps is strong!

CHORUS

Grand (and gory) old Discordja!

Grand (and gory) old Discordia!

Her Apple Corps is strong!

She was not invited to the party that they held on Limbo Peak;

So she threw a Golden Apple, 'stead of turned t'other cheek!

O it cracked the Holy Punchbowl and it made the nectar leak;

Her Apple Corps is strong!

CHORUS

A thousand typing monkeys worked for a thousand days;

They typed ten-thousand pages, and this is what they say:

"Of course I may be crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong!

Her Apple Corps is strong!"

CHORUS

We sat there for five hours, staring at our hands;

Seeking peace and wisdom within our Pineal Glands.

Eris and St. Gulik were passing 'round the bong!

Her Apple Corps is strong!

CHORUS

A cat without a smile waxed aloud on sin;

He yelled, "We have not wept, nor dashed a thousand kin!"

They all began to scream when he let Cthulhu in!

Her Apple Corps is strong!

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