White Pant Death Warrant
Blood - thirsty Agitators:
Their leader's imitators;
All the wild participants
With their slogans for drunk chants
And they all had pitch - Black pants:
The first thing Black Union grants
White's your doom just transparent,
One's white pant one's Death Warrant!
Thirst for fresh blood inherent,
One's bleeding corpse to parent
We're the Huge Elephants
For no business with crushed ants
What our legs do, too, to plants,
Out of their tips forcing rants
"Every new day never plans
Your big cannots to us " cans!".
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