whatever small sense of peace
cultivated by the conviction
that the world is not dictated
by the basest of our bunch
destroyed by the crunching
sound of the rage monster rising
and munching on the bones of our best
jaws agape to engulf the rest
and we protest but the claws
rend that notion into pieces
and we're exhausted trying to oppugn
the remorseless beast that would feast on us
yet still we must not cease to fight
against the "alt" to defend what is right
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