Strike them down
Blow them up.
If they try to resist,
Silence them up.
They digress from aspirations
They disgrace our vision.
They merge with reprobates,
They are our true enemies.
Keep them off our sanctuary,
Hit them down with reality.
They have no place in our sanctity,
We've gobbled everything!
Why the many noises?
Can’t we crush them all?
Then will go with roses,
As we fair farewell,
To them, beloved.
Keep them beneath,
We hold the sickle:
Slash them thin,
We behold the horizon!
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