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Be  this the end of all the niceties,

Hell spawns forth a mephitis none can quench,

Blows off  proponents of a craven peace,

Too great the miasma, foulness and the stench.



The terror lord and minions threats made good,

And cut the head off from fine valiant men,

For sport  and after butchering  this brood

boasts from their hide-outs subterranean



Spurn umpire, parleys and diplomacy,

Take up your arms against such fiend and fight;

Throw overboard attempts at nicety

to fiends that  will extinguish every light.



Some more decapitated, - mercy Lord!,

But parley with the devil man can not,

A peace with hell will nevermore accord,

But must offend the equity of God..



Oh pity those that whine for peace and wail,

Rely on parleys and diplomacy,

Against such foes man fights and must prevail,

To shield the world from death and infamy.



This is a sober fact and must be faced,

Without evasion nor apology,

Appease not hell, or you will be debased

For ko-towing to  Stygian infamy..



St, Michael strike the monster from the pit,

That menaces the world and our race,

St. Michael, Angel Prince we plead, see fit

To throw him  back  into the dark abyss.