A doomful mission!

I was just doing some random internet reading when I came across a reference to the Battle Hymn of the Republic on WikiPedia's main page.

From there, I clicked a link to Mark Twain's 1901 Phillipine War parody version. I had read this years ago and found it mildly amusing.

Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword
He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger's wealth is stored
He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored
His lust is marching on.
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps
I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps
His night is marching on.
I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
"As ye deal with my pretensions, so with you my wrath shall deal
Let the faithless son of Freedom crush the patriot with his heel
Lo, Greed is marching on!
"We have legalized the strumpet and are guarding her retreat
Greed is seeking out commercial souls before his judgement seat
O, be swift, ye clods, to answer him! be jubilant my feet!
Our god is marching on!
In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch,
With a longing in his bosom—and for others' goods an itch.
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich—
Our god is marching on.

I no longer find these words quite so amusing.