we like them spicy meatballs

Ploweth, with righteous anger, my mound, dearest brother. Take back your Holy Lands, from the deepest orifice of mine. With fisticuffs imbued with divine power delve into every dark chasm thyself hath to offer. In pain and utter anguish I shall screech with ungodly pleasure as thee penetrate this bodily temple. Breaketh mine walls and bulwarks to satisfy thy needs, as this sates mine own.