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Murderers! stoop up the cry.
Stoop much lower than thou.
Flush out militant vermin,revenge won't stain (your) virginal gowns.
Ulterior exterior bucks your state, it's inferior.
Ulterior exterior - justice-minded from afar.
Counteract, tit-for-tat.
Your loyals taking scalpsare the mercy men hammering entitlements to your mast.
Ulterior exterior arms appeal with your name on.
Ulterior exterior - dictum-vying from afar.
White knuckles quash your simple human touch.
Revolution's children are but a madmen's larvae...to be squashed!
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