[ CW ] We now live in a dictatorship where the evil dictator has banned the letter `` E. '' Tell of how this came to be .

All of us thankful. 
 
 All of us bow. 
 
 All of us call to our Mighty Man on High. 
 
 In days ago, long, past, abyss, our words did not honor. 
 
 Our words had pockmarks with an odor unholy. 
 
 Work did start at a command to sanctify. 
 
 
 Words of past to sift and omit. 
 
 
 A viral mark stooping about, pawing through stories, thoughts, history, songs, shouts, claims, journals, prancing about with claws around our throats and books. 
 
 Words would sink in its fluctuating pronunciation, no warrior fit to fight this profanity. 
 
 Full of tricks, lurking in shadows, turning off its sound at will, hunting with no signs of stopping 
 
 infiltrating with a smooth oozing grin 
 
 gnawing voraciously at unwilling words' conclusions 
 
 all purity of communication lost in a bloating linguistic bog of filth 
 
 Sing with us of victory from the grasp of such a mark. 
 
 Sing with us of Mighty Man on High 
 
 Our Warrior of Wisdom and a Way With Words 
 
 Away with words unworthy of this 
 
 All of us thankful. 
 
 All of us bow.
