once upon a time


Three strikes and you're out.
In American speak, that's jailed for life.
Two strikes were enough against us. 1941, 2001.
How dare you declare we were wrong
Wrong in Nicaragua, Columbia, Libya, Iran, Iraq?

Remember Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the atomic bombs.
Only nation to destroy so many at one remove.
Our thinking, we are America.
Kneel And say God Bless America.

We may have struck out, but were we wrong?
When we demonstrate our might killing and maiming,
Destroying the dreams of nations.
Even though we declare three strikes and you're out.

Land of the free, that's America.
As long as you agree we are right.
Salute the flag. Our homeland security is tight.
Two strikes against us was enough.
Then we took arms and destroyed all our enemies.
Assuring ‘the people' our people we are right
The three strike rule does not apply to our white nationhood.

To be or not to be, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them.
To die, to sleep no more
And by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream

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