around sunset they came to shoot the children. It was a wonderful sunset.
not God but a swastika
so black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
. . .
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw
ok ok so everyone knows that one
enough already eh? with the dying poets and all
so black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
. . .
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw
ok ok so everyone knows that one
enough already eh? with the dying poets and all
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