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Yurovsky (or should I call you Yakov; 

but never "Sir") you murderous Bolshevik:

they tell me that you died in massive pain

twenty years since the Romanovs were slain

by your soldiers, you godless, Marxist prick.

Hell has received you into fierce damnation,

and you writhe, screaming, in a conflagration.

Your persecution of the Orthodox

Church furthers tightens those infernal locks

that bind you to the unrelenting flame.

The state you worshipped has gone to collapse;

and Lenin's stiff, entombed, is dead as craps---

dog-dropped.  Many in Russia curse your name,

Yurovsky, you worthless, useless jack-off.

Starward