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The bitter taste of defeat

I vomit forth a massacre

Screams for mercy go unheard

Only the piles of my victims interests me now

Anointed with the blood

of the weak

Laughing with the pain

of exorcised demons

Constant rip of skin

Becomes a novelty

I cannot rest until millions are slaughtered

King of the kill, genocidal bliss

The masses have died

Changing the life with the

Dignity of retarded children

A boot crushed

The hand outstretched

Pleading compassion

A boot crushes