The American dream is valid,
So is every man’s desire, right?
You savages know not the honor,
Nor the magical bliss there is
In the dingy dungeons of Sodom
You’ve prayed to your gods,
The Old and the new, and still
No spark on your flint yet
The handwriting’s on the wall
Global civilizations bemoan
Your dearth of understanding
You shall lie in your beds,
And sow your seeds
In the impregnable womb
For deviance is the new norm
Woe unto the renegades and their ilk
Joe’s taps will stretch in kind
Concomitant to their acquiescence
The branch that bears not
Shall be axed loose at once
And cast into the barrenness
Of aid and friendly ties
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