In rapture of insane selfgrief,
in lying words of holohoax,
take it from the other side,
beware the j..ish parasite.
Legions on the streets, in hands with torches,
tonight they will pay the toll - funeral marching,
hand in hand - rage and night,
history will recure - crystal night.
Jealous worldmasters, loosers - sick brains,
they would even kill - for the vision of gain,
don’t try to distinguish them each other,
anyway every coward calls you - my brother.
You cannot remake them - that is the true,
better try to get off them - that is your due,
one day it could happen, you have no more voice,
it will be too late then, you’ll have no choice.
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