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- Strictly speaking, surely not in doubt, there can be no denying,
The fact that, indubiously being true, without a shadow of an inkling,
We have come to the dreadful, dratful, darnéd, calamitous conclusion,
That you are a dolt.
A blasted, demented, darning, evil churning dolt,
Who manifested this machination of cesspool murk,
With the walls of bark you shield yourself from out,
I blast you, curse, stonewall, and wish to devour you.
Bring no doubt on my questionable actions,
I bring no doubt, no doubt, upon your exactitude on the matter.
You burn my eyes, you sour my senses, and feel terrible to touch,
So each poke, prod, gesture, foul intent, and foul investiture,
Shall be met with DENIED. Denied of love, denied of life,
Denied of rights, denied of fight, denied of protest,
Denied of all sits (no seats for thee!), denied of any and all
That can be denied of any human without soul.
- Hunched and broken,
Old foe now fallen,
May I now ask for your hand?
We are broken,
You are our breaker,
So now that we are frail
We ask you are frailer,
So die now old scum,
And leave us to our scum,
Leave us to our dim and
Let us dine in the interim,
Your hand is shattered,
Your mind is broken,
Your scrolls of hatred are
Ashes untold pieces scattered,
Your legacy destroyed before
It can take infectious root,
Come lay down, and stay down,
Old scum, traitor of us all.
Bringer of our agony, now gone
Bringer of all toil, now gone,
Should we celebrate its passing?
Our labour was won,
Our rights not undone,
Shall we celebrate its passing?
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