Society, like a snowflake, flutters in the wind it’s unique structure is maintained by those who have not sinned but sin has parted ways with guilt from a time once intertwined Now split apart, removed and spliced by a mob of subjective minds A sinless world puts guilt in omnipresence at will the states omnipotent arm makes inmates of the peasants once proletariat internationalists now corporates unrepentant plot omnibuses of omnifarious men Von Cudenhove’s post-humous present Your genes remain the backbone of this nation dogma must not reach the helix through needle or Miscegenation instead we must enrich the herd with Gaels who reject placation and spade a spade with speech forbade upscuttle this plantation speak your mind and reject these sorry ways 800 years or more of struggle sodomised for sake of gays for the blacks who abandon home under Malcom’s disappointed gaze the liberals are well and truly laughing Joe normie still unfazed brewing parallel you see, a filthy deed, a stroke twilight and collegiate rights? their supports are up in smoke “The stranger a friend, and the native a foe;” William Drennan he once spoke As we duel again with the law that miserable cuntin yoke And through the dail the dirty deed it parsed debated by four gombeens the whole charade a farce the Seanad’s high station bastardised freedom and bravery sparse where Flynn and Reilly’s utterances side-step their own synaptic sparks All this you see is not our worry t’all a few big words but far too late From “Ourselves” and Fianna Fail for the Seanad’s not our final place Nor, is it the Dail The citizenry if forced to act “Arís!” The GPO, will call.
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