Asphyx
Of Days When Blades Turned Blunt
According to this calender
Nine thermidor, year two
Age of the national razor
Humane mass-murdering tool
Executioner's grinning
As the axe comes down
Swift smooth separation
Off goes another crown
Thus kings and queens convicted
Like Marie-Antoinette
Her mug too in the basket
By pulling the lunette
Sentenced by thousands
Under "la grande terreur"
A dark tale of repression
And the beheadings that occurred
Pre-eminent symbol
For blood the masses roar
Indomitable justice
The crowd demanding more
Square of decapitations
Place de revolution
Where severed faces murmur
Of days when blades turned blunt
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