Asp
We
gather
in towns
we congregate
in famous squares.
We are the new menace
and we have chosen now
to gather in this crumbling place.
For this is the year of the rabbit, a glorious season,
a marvelous kingdom to tear asunder, to rip from time.
By my eyes I swear that we will march with fire from the left,
we will carry savage arms and drive the five percent feudalists fom our lands.
And now is the time, now we have our chance. We're just waiting for the herald,
just waiting for the kickoff, just waiting for you, the bullet, the nightcap and the noose.
by hook or by crook, by buckshot or book we'll seize from them the freedom that they took.
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