Hate every chance you get,
Angrily protest the possibility
That your pearl-handled pistols
Might evolve into helping hands.
Rally into mass protests
And shout down reason’s voice.
Your new Reich is waiting-
A fool’s reward with no remorse.
Use the weakness of others
To eliminate their viability.
Heap the rewards of the snake
Into your barren pit of conscience.
Be a fire-brand that rivals
Lucifer’s best attempts since
He tempted One in the desert.
But remember, hard rock awaits.
Label the dissenters, the unwanted, the lost.
Labels are the only “Right” words
In your lexicon of hate.
Despise the hand that gives, vilify love.
Der Fuehrer may salute you
In a ghostly goose-step march,
But the metal detectors of Heaven
Will cast you aside, hollow man.