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By all, despised, Stood by and smiled Wickedly, "Where's your sticky, hey?" Then, flailing, beat our flesh away. Rapacious royal lupis pack, Chaperon of feasts Glutted on our innocence With their slavering brother beasts. Spoilers, we, of total rout When, of force, become their meal Must also be their gout. Ague drained Through tainted spread A peace was feigned Apiece Of chains, Of dread, Of walls for over tossing Oaths on one another's heads Bulwarks of public mock solicitude And backroom guile, Dementia by the mile. And who retorts in all this toil Armed encampments on our soil Daily muzzles to our heads Snatch squads at our beds?

Guess.

So it goes. Borrowed rails of Nazi stock Our youth in train loads to the blocks Hauled as hostage to a sin H-block H-bombs on our kin.