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A murder of many

A war to control ground

An excuse as good as any to feed the meat hounds

You are what you devour

You are only as good as the flesh you eat

Deep inside your soul

There's only a gaping hole

A maw of rotting teeth

Waiting only to feed

You are what you devour

The flesh you tear and masticate

You are what you devour

Murder

Feed

Annihilate