Have a proper gander, you, the leal
At my steel-plated propaganda vehicle
Driving down the street, howling repeal repeal
Repent, for the end is near!
Fuck that, mate, it’s already here
Staring out ash-streaked windows, all directions dreary
A silent insurrection, the cruel state machinery
Lives lived in hunch-down cubicles, in a state of abject fear
They cleared away the greenery, burnt away the fields
Like Napoleon and Hitler as they roved, raving, out east
An age wrought in the image of a beast
One thousand years yet until it ceases
Do not let hope tease you.
Alchemisland 
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