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Some nasty Poems

We don't like nazis, nor Commies either

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Ten small nazi boys
-an anti-nazi poem

Ten small nazi boys said "Heil Hitler" to an angry Commie, and they were just nine

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Nine small nazi boys were running around spreading shit, they found the police, and they were just eight

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Eight small nazi boys should beat up an small immigrant, they met a kickboxer, so they were just seven

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Seven small nazi boys should kill an Afro, the Afro could fight, and they were just six

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Six small nazi boys should scribble on the synagogue, the security police came, and they were just five

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Five small nazi boys should arson a mosque, they met an angry mob, and they were just four

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Four small nazi boys should threat a gay, the man pissed off, and they was just three

 

Three small nazi boys should burn up a shop, the gas exploded, and they were just

 

Two small nazi boys were angry and should revenge, it failed and it was only one left

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One small nazi boy, really wasted, jumped down into the lion den, it roared, and no one was left

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Gory, Gory what a way to die - Nazi-style 

(Music: glory glory Halleluja)

Text: Carol Lilja Warrior Publishing By Carol Lilja 

Gory, Gory hallelujah

What a way to fight,

Nazis to hell gonna fly.

They ain’t marching no more!

Hitler got a bullet and he’s no more.

The rest Ivan’s shot off.

Neo-Nazi’s share their fate today.

They ain’t marching no more!

 

 

Gory, Gory hallelujah

What a way to fight,

Nazis to hell gonna fly.

They ain’t marching no more!

The fight is still going on,

graves will be dug all over the world.

To bury the nazi shit away.

They ain’t marching no more!

 

 

Gory, Gory hallelujah

What a way to fight,

Nazis to hell gonna fly.

They ain’t marching no more!

Nazi’s dead and have to go.

Buried in history’s hall of shame.

To never, ever return!

They ain’t marching no more!

 

 

Gory, Gory hallelujah

What a way to fight,

Nazis to hell gonna fly.

They ain’t marching no more!

They’re in hell, on Devil’s bonfire.

Ready to be burned!

They ain’t marching no more!

Gung Ho!

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