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Well oiled machine burning buckets of blood.

Waves of lust churning currents of cum.

Mankinds morals in steady decline.

Inversely proportional to violence.

On the rise!

Flatulence replace air.

Breathe it down.

Seasons blur into dust, a livid crust.

Friends and foe become meat.

The extinction of trust.

Trees recede beneath the trample of feet.

Conceive and bereave your sense of false hope.

As we choke on the smoke.

Exhausting all means to cope.

The parasites cling to the living, a host to deception.

The mother/child reunion quickly soured by the scent of aids.

Schools and churches smolder, cooking flesh with ultra violet rays.

Defecate in the haze.

Privacy in the dust.

It was said that if we merely followed their orders, security would be ours within and beyond our borders.

But they flushed all the cash, molested our flag.

We're holding the bag, we're all fucked.

Our foundation mortgaged away on prospects we'll never have as our youth turn to pornographic extras, starving.

Unforgiving landscape of a grave new world.

Disgraceful pageantry.

Vulgar display of immorality.

Salvaged sanity.

Reams of T.P. made from your family tree, inked with verses chosen randomly.

Soil the commandments.