A group anonomous
That hates is synonomous
With a lot of bosch
That ain't Hieronymus!
It is however
Quite eponomous
And nevertheless
Hard as hell upon us.
So we tell the truth
Like a biblical Ruth
About its ways uncouth
That we sought forsooth.
Forever more and a day
Its all that I have to say
That it's not worth it to stay
And this dragon not slay!
Its "truth" is a lie
That's ever so sly
And its morals campaign
A perfect pig stye!
A dangerous cult
Is the end result
Of its being in tumolt
Like the figurines of Hummoldt!
It speaks of surrender
To the force of unreason
Which is literal treason
To logic in such a season.
To internalize one's hate
Seems very out of date
Except in this state
Of the forever un-great
Who can not wait
To blacken your slate
And your soul to rate!
Their leaders are fools
And just willing tools
To skiffle all witticism
That offers up criticism!
Of their screwed up ways
In their moral haze-
Nevermore the days
On me that it preys!
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