No man abandon his post. A gatecrasher has called us to arms. Take up your torch. I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward. A radical has polluted our ranks. Slouch into position me, this is war. Set the traps. We'll have that criminals head marched through the streets on a stick. Someone will pay for this. We'll squeeze his goddamn brains out. Sleep with one knife open. You can't out think us, we've been out of thoughts for awhile. The warrior with the deadliest weapon is the one without an instruction manual for his gun. This is a union of dunces and we are the new global menace. Stalking the land, gnashing dull teeth, tapping out feet, signing and humming and watching the clock. That's what you get for fucking with us. When we find you, we'll skin you alive, we'll pluck out your eyes and the canons will roar as we march to the capital, dragging your hide. Drooling polished jackboot monsters, tracking the scent of a sleeping child. Your composure gave you away, next time it's best to cry havoc. Keep marching, the bridge is ours. They're coming to get me. They're coming to take me away. I'll never make love to this town again. Everyone on the dance floor is damned. Hit the ground, shut your mouth. The prisoners have laid waster to the pulpit. You're in for it now. Are these helicopters for me? Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to hell and I'm taking the renaissance with me.
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