On the night of Reynauds with long knives,
They all render hollow words of sympathy,
Odd fellows follow suit without empathy
With swords and muskets in the hives
Where in alleys lurks vixens as dangerous
As the willing dog, just as courageous
But the lying influencer turn outrageous
With exploits wrapped in onions as traitorous
Sanctity, they were never afraid to offend
While hatred bears neither fact nor mend,
Until their money reaches deception’s bitter end,
In their veins, infectious cankers, democracy to rend
As the duped citizens swallowed the grift
Walls fall around them while they burn thrift
Lost money now in the way of blood and soil
Oh, how quickly the long knives were honed?
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