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The Weeds and 

sleeper agents

Have been sown

by the prince of darkness

They hide in

plain site

Wearing the

skin

There

to serve their master

Pure evil

Inhuman,

monsters

They care not for the suffering of others,

sowing inquity

Laughing and mocking

god

These weeds

I hope they all burn