Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop
The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron
Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who
Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold
And decisive and tear out the rot.' Show your mettle and
The people will cheer.!! Banish any doubt or shadows or
Fear.' Draw your battle line and raise a standard.' Trust the
People to know how big is the gambit..Its halfway to freedom now
Get ready to push.' In true leadership burn retreats worn out
Bridge.' Forward they are waiting.! for an hour such as this
From dissillusion raise their spirits, offer integrity and then
Go with it.' Ask for support lay the truth out that is the all.' Unite and
Conquer as its been done before.'
There is a hero within
Rise up and go through the battle
Thrive to survive
So you can show your mettle
Embark on your journey
In order for you to make history
Success is yours
Reach for your victory
A Racial Moment
He was the family´s black sheep, which was awkward since his father was
the president of a racist party. No black people here the grim father said;
they come here with machetes and try to kill us, we have to protect our
belligerent Viking culture from these begging ruffians. But his opponent
shouted your son is a black sheep he has chimney sot on his face and he
has suckled on the breast of a coloured woman, who are you to lead us?
Show your mettle your passion to and preservation to white culture, but
do not mention the Nazi thing it was an apparition, but kill him now.
The father grabbed a machete from a black teenager, to slaughter his son,
but a Sheppard came gave the father a lamb to kill, and there was great
jubilation and beer was drunk. Later in bed, the wife asked: did you really
meant to kill your son? No the father said it was pre arranged, politics my
little darling. This in his wife´s eyes, was betrayal, odium, felt a delirious
hatred running like lave through her, she got up and killed her husband
with a single blow of the machete. The moral of this absurd tale is: don´t
keep secrets from your wife.
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