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Man's feeble race

What curses await

Many and sharp the numerous ills

Mysterious labours

Penuries of hell

Generous amounts of guilt and shame

Regret, remorse

Repentance, sorrow

Divine ordinances

Futile complaints

Disgrace and cruelty

And blessed death, final refuge from the storms of fate

Thrash!!!

Laws are established by the virtuous

But made for rats such as you

Those who make it, become soon the forwardest to brutally break it

Laws from the virtuous derive their being

In whom they live, rest and move

And humbly yield to their desires: 'tis just what devil worship requires

Lost souls trained to ravage

Seem to stand accountable to none

And dares a hungry fiend, arraign his betters, and contradict their wills and

pleasures?

Logics are lost upon a servant

Let action prove the law a slave

The flock has been trusted to the Devil; humanity is rightly served!

Solo: S.O.D.