The mother of the future king screwing around with Muslims
The mother of the future king being cocked by a Muslim
The mother of the future king sucking the circumcised knob of a Muslim
The mother of the future king marrying a fucking Muslim
The mother of the future king having the babies of a Muslim
The future king having half-brothers and sisters that are Muslim
The future : half-breed Pakis drinking tea at the Garden Party
The future : half-breed Pakis waving to our people from The Balcony
How can we stand by and let that happen?
How can we let Her House win in the long run?
How can we just hand over the loot of generations?
Then watch her draw Her Line in another direction?
How can we stand by and let that happen?
Nightmare : she gloats with power once her son is on the throne
Dream : we mourn over her coffin once we have cut her down
But how? How? Without a hint, a whiff, a whisper?
Above all suspicion, in plain view, not one pointing finger
Do it before she marries a camel-shagging sand-nigger Muslim
( At least the Bastard ginger is a genuine White fake )
Do it before she excretes a jiggaboo, or converts to Islam
Someone must royally grease the brakes
In the end she will be remembered for wearing a dress
She lived splashed by the Press and she will die flashed by the ‘Press’
To the Tower — No — take the traitor to the Tunnel …
( While the birth mother called her a paki-loving whore )
The death mother steered her towards the lucky 13th pillar
“Powers at work about which we have no knowledge”
Medics worked for forty minutes to doctor the carnage
Our ‘Man at the Scene’ scratched on her tomb
“She was not pregnant — I looked into her womb”
The fucking Pakis will be buried at her funeral
The rest will drive taxis, and pay us tax
We will wait for public opinion to relax
Her Golden Boy will be our crowning jewel
The Firm will go back to Business As Usual …
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