The guards rails are now holes in the walls
Come, walk with me down these very halls
Let's talk about the deceptive red mirage
That tricks eyes into a seething rage
Everywhere you turn,
There’s the smell of theft
It pervades your nose with an acid burn
And the earth is force-fed the grift
While the chameleon turns into the Newt
The rat squirrels away national security docs in a loot
But this may not be yet the darkest fruit
Of mankind's brief sojourn on this planet
From the quickening madness of the present faith
To the insatiable conspiracies truth’s alternate
The AR15 that feeds on human flesh awaits
They seek more while they swarm like angry hornets
Turn the pages of history
They drip with the redness of people's pain
Take a cursory look into any past victory
It invokes sordid memories of the holocausts in vain
Venture a peek into the future for a forecast
It is a futile attempt to escape this familiar cast
The birth of MAGA effectively marks your fate
Their daily mirth is an embodiment of hate
Elsewhere, gentler ones sadly slip into oblivion
A new breed effectively replaces them in the pavilion
Without much of a lesson or the sense of history
While the cries of victims echoing in the lanes is no mystery
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