Third World Reich


Sleep at night
Rest to die,
Look at me
My orb and I.

Take I not
Waste I you,
For this witch
Has hexed your moon.

Donned in crimson
Now remiss,
Tawdry odor
Filthy kiss.

Jowls that shudder
Condemn and condone,
Warlord watches
Each and every home.

Vixen wailing
Soldiers high,
Get ready now
For the Third World Reich.

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