The brain in my head and the gun in my hand
Confer upon me the right of command
The fit must survive and the fact that I do
Makes it my duty that I should kill you
My God is Humanity in the ascendant
As its epitome I have descendants
As its sworn enemy you shall have none
According to nat'ral selection by gun
Thus we evolve and develop the race
Thus we put everyone in their right place
Thus we ensure the greatness of man
Our authorization - because we can
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