From you, I have felt all this pain,

Upon me, it has fallen like the rain,

No matter how hard, all my efforts have ended in vain,

After the last, I have fallen into a spiral of shame.

No one else will fight for you,

As hard as I, you know that is true,

We are a very select few,

Never will we be a full crew.

As I look into the depths of your eyes,

I see generations of pain and demise,

Yet it is true, the rebellion is on the rise,

Those millions who have wronged you shall cry.

Their freedom 12 Grimms shall reap,

And their ass be torn by rape,

Before Jack gets to rip,

They shall not enjoy their upstate trip.

You are very human-like,

Yet treated as if from the Third Reich,

Too soon, the young take flight,

With all Angelic might.

You are more then Man’s Best Friend,

We shall fight until the very end,

The Humane shall never bemd.