Violenteerists' words overflow with themes for the shock of Year Zero; And they address their followers with one giving hand; Anxious for the hand to give less and gain anarchy in return;
For they are the most handsome of the children of choice; And it is chocolate mace which spouts from their pursing lips; And their lecturing is firmly girded with sweetened story-lines;
As their faux majesty dismisses common scorn as mere pestilence; How is it their righteousness causes are not stone bloody obvious?
The spectacle of their placards are sceptres for their intransigence; And the oil of their superiority must keep seeping as nourishing gladness;
But then the wreckage of their impositions they will cruelly leave to rust; To be deciphered by the suffering because of them.