The Chairman Hoover a King like him. About that struggle limb to limb. Hold a firm grip to your Sword. Raise your Pitchforks we are at war. Death before dishounor, Folks alive! About that Six, no love for five. Brothers of the Struggle we have won. All ain’t well but All is One! As I pray to God and all the best, when I am dead and gone tell my Folks to put me to rest. I will leave this earth so let things be well, I am a loyal Folk in heaven or hell. Life on this earth was evil to me, so when I lay down just put me to rest with a Six Point Star and two shotguns laid upon my chest. B. O. S. S.