We had the chance
To change our stance
Give life a new lease
With Christ our Prince of Peace
But we played our rhythms
As Google's algorithms
Automatic, in a noose
Played it loose as Dr. Seuss
Man stands tall on the hill
As he brandishes freewill
Repulsion bête noire
A bogeyman with your child
A savage from the steppes
Attila with a Kalashnikov
Genghis with warheads
The antichrist in the temple
A leftist with a mic
Characteristic dyke
Laeotropic leanings
With balefully toxic dealings
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