When the lunar tides draw the proud buffoon
To usher in greed and fraud as followers swoon
It leads the blood lusts nationalists to the rune
As the fascists' flow of evil rise to the dunes
The bigots lure the cynical civil to their ruins
So, they'd blame the devil for the red-moon
While the power of criminal beliefs thinks —soon,
Creative imagination declassifies the docs —strewn.
But, in due justice, it shall all be hewn at noon.
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