Field Report for Funeral of “Mr Wichita”
Wichita, Kansas ~ January 19, 2010
Sing to the tune of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” – a song that worships many dead and in hell, to which WBC also says “Thank God for the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.”
Isaiah did show, reprobates dwell below
These earthly fools care not for prophets’ words
Tophet it is said, never gives up her dead
When the Lord sends down a new dead tenant
Mr. Sunflower-State’s-Really-Big-City now joins Hell
What would he tell all his clients and friends?
“Listen to the words of Westboro church”
That is the only way you won’t join me.
He frizzles and fries, the light now gone from his eyes
He would ask of you just one drop of water
All his riches could not buy him one day’s relief
From the terror old Lucifer doles out.
As folks look on the city’s big man, they shall ask
Is this the man that made the earth tremble?
And opened not the house of the prisoners?
You know it is we he could have let out.
The Lord’s servants preached down old Wichita town
Yet in life he never preached with them
Mr. Big-town could have pressed on those
Higher ups who persecuted prophets.
But he preferred his business, friends and connections
In life how one treats the servants of God
Is evidence of where one’s soul will dwell
With kindness to Heaven, with curses to Hell.
And so ends the tail of Mr. Big-Kansas-Vale
In life this man lived big but for naught
As in death he desires one drop of water
To quench the unending thirst in deep fire.