The Wizard 666 - Poem by Michael Pereira
A wizard, a wizen, a weasand;
The Antichrist has arisen.
As below, so above,
It's a natural love;
But, our civilization's a prison.
Memorial Day Like it and love it or leave it.
Guaranteed rights: don't believe it.
They welched on their claim
So the brave died in vain;
And the culture is crud,
So, let's heave it.
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