Let lie the dogs that sleep,
let not sleep the dog that lies,
for he is a vile pestilence and the antithesis of life.
His words bite like children's cries,
propagating the soul blight of strife,
a harvest of diseased knowledge we shall reap.
Slice out his tongue with the sharpest knife,
and cast it into a grave abyssally deep,
then rend from him those deceitful eyes.
Lock him away in the highest keep,
let him rot there when he dies,
lance the boils of humanity so wisdom may have life!