Your viewpoint, on them defined below, its host always to be, banishing, show this hatred, by your set views, astonishing, cast them out from any happiness, simply vanishing; it ends full truth: put thought.
Your twisted imagination, about those beings low, heated, grips the mind, cook a life of lies, hook victims, its told wonders, seen everyone as bad, down gleaming, not like him; look they instead: more like monsters.
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