Unveil the shawl of pretence and let reality through
The patriots will turn out to be traitors
Heroes will be villains
Why applaud your worst saboteurs.
Asking for a miracle when the evidence is clear
Hoping that he stumbles even as he knows
Advancing barbarism in the name of masculinity
The beast from magog prides his heart in you.
Still they spin their "well intended" scheme
The hangman seeks acclaim from his victim
Why accept kindness that destroys your liberty
But as always, man is high on illusion.
He sleeps no more who murders sleep
He invites lizards who brings ant-infested faggots home
He sleeps standing up who swallows a long pestle
Bitter truth, hard to acknowledge even harder to ignore.
Your pleines intently ply a slippery route
And wingerter works in league with hooded faces
Sins of a few, a reproach to all but,
Nature's christs abound, even you could be one.
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