Convenience the proud;
convenience the beautiful-
convenience abundance;
convenience or die-
Your image to drunken my soul;
your fire to consume me-
Your lies never to drown in the blood that you perfume me-
For those who bar your way die upon your alter-
And the graves that you prepare in your vanity never falter-
Though murder be your throne and malice be your scepter-
We shall close our eyes to wish that death sounds better-
At least a different name in this world might murder show-
To collapse a bleeding nation and wallow in our woe-
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