Harken the cries of a new era

Artifice meets opportunity

Finding new horrors

Generating a new paradigm

Shackles made

Of logical fallacy

Straw men are immune

To targeted rationale

Geld yourself to please the altars

Of self-righteous indignation

Roads build by folly and best intentions

Glitter with fool’s gold

Suffer not the useless and foolish

Nor the craven or coward

Be nourished on rivers of blood

And fed the bodies of failed men

No beacon of light

Illuminates the future

Decisions founded on promnesia

And ancient selection

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