In an Age of Censorship

In an age of censorship
My heart yearns with rage
To say my words.
My heart burns, my words spew.

"It is good."

Our cities burn.
Our cities burn you fools.
As the genocides of Hitler become censored.
Hitler's genocide, his atrocities,
Are censored on Your Television.

Men with breasts march with the swastika of their 
Venom, women with cropped hair and dyes
Threaten the police.

O' Napoleon, will your grapeshot put them in line?
Will the Bastille fall?
Will the guard's heads be paraded on pikes?
O' Robespierre, will you guillotine the clergy?

The Femfascists are among us...
Black leotards, fishnet, hair dye
And silicon breasts.
They march with their rifles...
The fruitless revolution
To place on the throne The Cult of the Supreme Being
The Cult of Reason...

Will science spill the blood of all kaffirs?