We shall walk today thousand miles if necessary
For combing and corner the wolves in disguise,
Enough is enough for the subdued justice sake
No more fleshes of our ladies for devils feast
No more loading their platters with peoples monies.
Time to sanctify the peoples temple from sacrilegious acts
By their gentle postures with masques having illegitimate satiety
That constrain us to unsettle their apple carts of decades built,
It is high time to weed out these aberrations from the thrones
Whom we coronated for vultures delight flying over our corpses.
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