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Roasting smell of ashes defiling the air

A rotten nebula, souvenir of the human plague

It is time to change...

change that dwells in our dreams and ideals.

A total genocide, human torches, conflagration upon this earth.

No to the insistent procreation,

no to the falsity of tenderness and kindness.

Summon the complete subtraction

of the contaminated uterus by this infection

Hale to flesh and to the momentary pleasure of life.

When the positive disappears

and only the negative remains.

Where everything is lost for good and evil prevails.

HATE.

All to the burial chambers,

scrawny and indigestible humanity,

race of slaves shall you all perish

in the name of your disgust and ignorant perversion.

Human torches!

Enlightening a new dawn of hatred.