Swept across the oceans red,
That Wretch whom Nostradamus said,
A wound indeed of Intentions Known,
Sent far and wide to weep and mourn,
Such pain did Marx and Mao bring,
This Blood-Thirsty-Dragon, Chingsing did he birth,
Who ends knows no limits bound,
Kill shall one and all, whom doth found,
But observes now, a sissy’s wimp,
Hops on its legs, a wounded limp,
That...
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