Oh dear, looks like Iggy's gone dun popped his clogs! The song, as always, is God Save the Queen, by the Sex Pistols.
God Save the Queen
"Oh god. Oh god! Help! God, someone help me!" The shrill cries broke the silence, shattering it like flimsy glass. "Help! Oh god, help! Help me! Please!" hysterical sobs permeated the air, saturating it in salty tears. "Why do you cry for the lord? You are not Christian. You are not religious at all." The bored drawl cut through the crying like a hot knife through flesh; not butter, butter didn't require such a dangerous edge. "Why? Why pray to a god you do not believe in? Why ask for divine intervention from one you claim not to exist?" He was pacing before the sobbing man, lecturing him in a cold tone of disdain. "It is always the same. From everyone, they all think that even if they have no faith, the moment they are in distress, the lord will save them simply because they asked nicely." He sighed heavily, shaking his head some. "You are a fool." A simple statement of fact, causing his captive to freeze. "You are a pompous, arrogant fool."
We mean it, man
"Wh-what will you do with me?" It was a quiet question, whispered in fearful terms with a barely there voice. "You deserve death." Was the calm reply, "however, I have something more…Exciting…In store for you. You will become my greatest masterpiece." A small, deranged laugh slipped from his mouth, a crazed glint in his eye. "You-you've killed before?" The green eyed man held some incredulity within his terror. A small derisive snort, "of course I have, they were all beautiful, but you… you are something special. You will become a true work of art. My best work, as well, perhaps, as my last."
We love our Queen
He smiled, razor-wire stretched across his face. Oh how he was enjoying himself, crimson flowed down his arms, a few small drops landing upon his visage, only broadening his smile. This would be spectacular, his finest work to date. He half-turned to the lifeless body beside him, "I'm so sorry, but, it had to be done. I needed some more red paint. Be honoured that you were sacrificed for the greater good. Besides, I love you all the more for it. You were so very interesting, right up until the end." As expected, there was no response. He sighed heavily, shaking his head some, before licking the small droplets of red from his lips. "So sad. So very sad. Oh, how such love can be destroyed with but a few brush strokes."
God saves
'Twas early morn when next they saw his art. There were screams, such beautiful screams, a most befitting soundtrack to accompany his masterpiece. Crimson decorated the room, there would be no conferences held there for a long time. He smiled as he gazed upon his creation, only barely registering the others as they stood beside him. His smile turned cold as he heard, absently, the sound of someone gagging. That wasn't the right reaction, they weren't supposed to be ill, they were supposed to be in awe. It was decided, this would not be his last masterpiece, not until the critic had been dealt with. Eventually, when they were herded out by the police, he slowed to walk beside his dissenter.
"Tell me, Japan, do you believe in god?"