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In the filth laden streets

The scurrying vermin they feed on life

Breeding the sickness inside themselves

Spreading disease to their lower lives

Their hollow eyes of yellow will dim

Sneering upon the supposed weak

An illness swells under their skin

In guise of human they're walking upon the norm

Those with the false sense of security

Drawing close on them passing by

Oh, they swarm with a volatile greed

Upon their savours they'll wretchedly feed

For their acts they carry no guilt

No soul could inhabit a feed of such callous will

They are nothing but bodies of emptiness

In bile they bathe

A sickening scum

Appearing before us as man

They prey on the weak and steal their worth

A life in the grave

Ashes upon their tongues

The filth retched up ingested by young

Oh, and the savour did bleed

A devotion of nothing but grace

Pity the retch

Repenting their sins

With the blood of their children

With a longing to drown

Every life and soul in the bile they bathe in