Rhyme for Robin

I have been most free of late. And a week or so ago, I was having fun on Nations, a facebook application where one gets to run a country of his own. My country's Bachussia and Dionysia(a theocracy), and my mate's ChiSoc(marxist state). I've a GDP of around 100 mil and him, 12-15mil. In his Orwellian fervour, he made the following accusation:

"Comrade, why dost thou persist in your reactionary and superstitious forms of pagan worship when you know very well that religion is just the opiate of the masses, instituted by ruling classes to keep the people ignorant in sin and debauchery? Join me, and begin phasing out your sexual rites and songs and embrace the true people's revolution to free the world from class and political distinctions!"

In reply, and for your enjoyment(I hope), my little rhyme...

Thou art wretched for blasphemy
Thou art blind for ye doth not see

My land is richer than the land of thee
9 times more our prosperity

For we revel not in sin and debauchery
But celebrate and experience all things sexy

And i know thou art not reactionary
But fret not, for you soon can be like we

And once more have a working pee pee
So quick bow down on bended knee

That when you look once more at she
And you can grow (oh yes like long before!) to be
Somewhere near half as big as me!

MUAHHA! Spectrum-ed his ass. :P