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We must get rid of all the wasted piece of flesh

We must return to our own true Nature

We must reveal the Wrath within us

(We must show this world that worths nothing)

We must rejoice our will to extinct

The miasmatic plague of the planet

That’s used to be called humans

(We must admit our misanthropik thoughts)

For I, the misanthropist, the nihilist, the rebel

An explicit mind yet so lonely

A disgust for many, a saviour for the less

Having a purpose to clean all that filth

Swallowed I am in a swarm of unclean humans

The restless, the weak annoyed by the sufferance of betrayal

Damned all happiness, pity their souls will burn eternally

Under the burning skies, disgrace all holiness

All return to nothing and nothing remains in the void

I converge myself in blasphemy

The ultimate of all sins

Is the one you haven’t thought yet

The stupidity of man will carry on

But I won’t be there to see you smashed…