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Pity people, are not present to you a place here, be removed in an ass
Haters of your egoism, will overtake you chaos and mess
If only it was possible, to scatter you a fiery beam of a sight
Asked about mercy, prayed for rescue of the bodies in this bloody fight

Having bent,
Spitting slime
Spraying bile
Creeping grime

Reeling up guts
On a wheel
Dirty mongrels
Slide in a hell

Stupid meat, the wild herd of animals going on a breach contrary to all
The dead society with instincts of a locust, will sweep away
As do not turn, and the sword of punishment will touch your heads and will touch your souls
Look back around execution on a threshold and this great Doomsday will come today

On rotten bones there will be feasts
Tombs will blow up and overturn
Sink in explosion of dross
Will crush and will cook on a fire

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