Bombs over providence

The grand preamble (annie get your gun, mask, ductape and some matches)

Bombs over providence
I'm calling all intellectuals and other traitors
Rousers of the rabble and the instigators
Get your war on and curry favour to United States of the state of nature.
Rest on clichés weather-beaten, we've arrived having already eaten.
Sing aloud, my choir of Heathens: we are not coming home tonight!
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