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Hulking it comes skulking unholy unkind

Hulling it's cargo that's rotted and writhes

Haunting still stalking undead to consume

A mass of gray flesh, Twelve arms and no legs

Carrion coated cruel vines on its back

The stench of decay, what hides it from prey

A wasteland that holds no true life

No God above just one crawling below

Digesting filth, the kill of the day

Remembrance humans it used to flay

Armageddon's bread the fucking perfect killing machine

The mortise the more it haunts the stronger it becomes

Ensuring that nothing living ever could return

Sustain slaughter, perpetual biocide

Droning as its decimating darkened dank and dead flesh

Fornication the future of all who have fallen

Nothing can stop its infinite horrid rampage

Ripping as it's raping ripen rotting Corpses

There's nothing left no words could convey

Behold the truth the church of dismay

For it can't be stopped

As it

Kills

Mauls

Rapes

Skulks