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Great Russia has welded forever to stand!
Created in struggle by will of the people
United and mighty, our Soviet land!

Sing to the Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of people, in brotherhood strong!
Oh! Party of Lenin! The strength of the people.
To Communism's triumph lead us on!

Through tempests the sunrays of freedom have cheered us
Along the new path where great Lenin did lead!
To a righteous cause he raised up the people
Inspired them to labor and valorous deed!

Sing to the Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of people, in brotherhood strong!
Oh! Party of Lenin! The strength of the people.
To Communism's triumph lead us on!

In the victory of Communism's deathless ideal,
We see the future of our dear land
And to her fluttering scarlet banner,
selflessly true, we always shall stand!

Sing to the Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of people, in brotherhood strong!
Oh! Party of Lenin! The strength of the people.
To Communism's triumph lead us on!

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Call to Arms, Christian Soliders - or Twas the Night before 9/11

Sometimes the eternal muse gives me inspiration to create profound works of art, such that I may effect change upon the world wherever evil may arise. This is one such story.

• My original post, before the kike sysops censored it

	“	Twas the night before 9/11, and no one had dowsed what the Jews were then plotting, while sickly aroused; The thermite was planted in the towers with care, In hopes that the news cameras wouldn't film there; The gentiles were nestled all snug in their beds, without even knowing they'd fall on their heads from towers that rise and soon would go 'snap', they'd fall to the ground and eternally nap; Out on the street they'd fall with a clatter of skullbones on pavement, so the Jews could get fatter; Away out the windows, they'd fall in a flash out torn-up skyscrapers, crumbling to ash; The sun on the skin of a broken Jew nose would shine on the cake of ashen bellows that, when wondering eyes should appear, appear to be staged with thermite-made gear, a controlled demolition set off with a click; More rapid than eagles, the Jews had then came, And they grunted, and howled, and called G-d by name; "Now, burn! On gentiles! On Arabs and Persians! On this land, on that; in drone-led excursions! To Zion we'll go! And there build a wall, Palestinians be damned, we'll kick out them all! As torrents of bullets through Christian flesh fly, Soon the Jews in Hellfire would fry! So up to the temple in Israel, too, good Christians need go, and Jews there entomb. And then, in a twinkling, their clove-shaped hoof will prance and will paw, and like a dog they will 'woof', Then we'll draw up their head, while they're turning around, and cut out their trachea, with a thunderous sound as they sputter and bleed out a blood made of soot their bodies we'll trample in joy underfoot! A bundle of heads we'll fling on our back, And purge all the kikes from there to Iraq! Their eyes -- how they wrinkle! With eyes red as cherry, Satanically bound, to Hell they will ferry, and drool they a little as we saw through the bone, the hair on their heads will practically moan; And stumps of their heads, held tight in their teeth one last lie, from their soul where they keep not spirit but gold, their fat and round belly holds "goyim" whose bones they made into jelly. They are chubby and plump, and next to Satan have knelt, you'll laugh when you see them, in truth to themself; A "shink" of the blade and a twist of their head, Soon lets you know that the jew is now dead; They'll speak not a word, but dark as their work, foul insects and odors and all sort of murk will flow from their mouthes and crooked Jew nose, like some foul toadstool where should be a rose; So come forth and slay, to the Aryans I whistle, to the Persians and Russians, whose neck-hairs now bristle with joy and with fear; with longing to fight, we'll send all the Jews to eternal black night!	„
	—George W. Bush