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Marching like god’s gift of valor

Through damnation’s streets of shit, filth & riot

Ensuring all souls’ defeat

When bullshit & honor turn to cannon fodder…DIE

“Chosen Ones” wish to inherit the earth

Suck each other off in slow decline

Fighting for the pure blood within

Kissing their own asses as if they’re divine

Never seeing there own shit mutt lives

Building higher the prison walls

An arrogant focus on the physical

But their blood’s as filthy as one & all

A higher mind wished to exploit

The rotten blind mentality of the common man

Taught them to hate those of different sight

To push along the agenda of the hidden hand

Another scheme of the human shit storm

Raining down on all forms of life

Life transfixed in its state of illusion

The cycle goes on for the douche bags never learn

Purest blood…feeds not the timeless soul

Purest blood…feeds strong the shit storm

Infidels…march as pawns

Infidels kill…enlightenment with hate purging hate

Giving the sign as if their divine

Their soul rulers laugh as they gnaw on their lies

Never to think that their blood in the streets

Helped an unseen agenda in secret take seat

If their blood was of worth they’d be spared the fight

Not maimed deep in trenches & limbless with strife

Something unworldly has taken its hold

When questions arise it will tighten the choke

If their blood was of worth they’d be spared the fight

Not maimed deep in trenches, limbless lifeless with strife

Marching like god’s gift of valor

Through damnation’s streets of shit, filth & riot

Ensuring all souls’ defeat

When bullshit & honor turn to cannon fodder…DIE