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The guillotine

The national razor

Biting and slicing through flesh

The machine to silence all dissent

Craves more souls to thresh

Fear is official government policy

Terror is the order of the day

The masses crave more public killing

The bodies left to decay

To the guillotine

Evil

Rotten and spoiled

Feasting while we barely draw breath

Rise up

Blood for the people

Equality in death

A garish display of violence

Mobs come to watch the gore

The blade comes down upon your neck

Come watch the death of the wicked whore

To the guillotine

Off with their heads

Crowds begin to manifest

Many watch, yet none contest

Plummet from atop the crest

To the guillotine