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According to this calendar 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 the 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