Hoarse Whistler's Song

We are the intact, the Originated,

genetically pure and not mutated.

We are not monstrous, like the Alternated.

Nothing of our flesh need be amputated.

Our perfect lineage cannot be exterminated.

 

Ours is external space, and our Called Centers

prove our propriety, not merely renters.

We bow to none, not being stoopers or benters.

Our reign will last, unlike the gone-and-wenters.

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