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The ashes settle

And the cinders fall to darkness

A righteous cry, "We have won!"

Manacled and defeated

The traitors wail

Pondering the future

And then the

Blades appear

Throats slit

Extermination of the vermin

Whose lies deceived

The sheep

Whose pastures we guard

Farms thirst

For the blood of traitors

Kinder citizens still pray

To the hanging corpses

They pass on their way

By bullet

By blade

By hand

By rope