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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

Kill the mutant

Burn the heretic

Purge the unclean

My darkness...my hatred...is unending......

There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow, those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

"Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives. But remember, as my plastic surgeon always said: if you gotta go, go with a smile."

We are sons of Odin

The fire we burn inside

Is the legacy of warrior kings

Who reign above in the sky

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

Kill the mutant

Burn the heretic

Purge the unclean

My darkness...my hatred...is unending......

Faith rarelly calls up on us in the moment of our choosing!

We are sons of Odin

The fire we burn inside

Is the legacy of warrior kings

Who reign above in the sky

Duck, you sucker!