Battling undesirables without cause

If so, the undesirables will battle no more

All weapons, openly turned over

Enemy lies prostrate for your victory

End them! Kill all that they will be!

More guilty and useless wish to die

By your righteous, superior hand

Rid the world of all the wrong kind

Is global bloody solitude the only way

You’ll find your peace and joy

 

 

 

 

 

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