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Burning with hate the indigenous ones glare

Deafening sounds of their howls pierce the forest.

Arrows of poison hailing down upon our arrival.

Drug into darkness by unknown beings

The path of our lord has failed us

Burning corpses in piles

Disregarding our saviors word

As I’m chased, I see the glowing eyes

on both sides of my path, no where to run

One by one picked off each night.

Our reverends hang from the trees,

used as decoration to display

unwavering prejudice.

We recited the verses and carried the cross

and still they devoured us

Despised by an unaccepting horde of sadist fiends.

With my own eyes I’ve seen them devour our priests.

hysterical laughter drowns out the sound of ripping flesh.