An der Untergang des Abendlandes

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Let us ponder the weight of incompetent decision,
Altering the fortunes of too many of us,
Seeding our minds with fear, doubt and fuss,
Smearing our opponents with evil or derision.
The temptations of power, its fatal incision,
Twisting minds with oligarch lust,
Raising high a standard of ash and dust
Over souls who heed the lying vision.
 
I will not heed your propaganda tapes,
My mind is yet my own to rule.
I detest the commands of progressive apes
Whose foam-flecked shrieks call me a fool.
I see the abyss that before your ‘progress’ gapes!
Though I may break, I am not your tool!