I see that all the hypocrites are still spouting
Their empty rhetoric. Truly, there is something
Particularly sickening about the way
In which they are now at pains to endorse and proclaim
Those whom they have, for numerous decades, not cared
About a jot. When this is over, we should swear
Blood oaths, to finally rid ourselves of their kind;
From the realms of power in which they still reside.
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