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In this walking nightmare
This life, an Abominable Revelation
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
Mouldy muliebral textures I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grand the human race
Revel in a purulent bliss, a goregasmic pit
Pathetic meaningless lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool
This is the end of all flesh
Cataclismic discharge of emotional decay
A waste of breath and time, with the saw I extirpate
A pathological nightmare or a deity’s wrath,
For man is disease and must be put down at last
The world a canvas for me to corrupt —
Rid this stinking earth of all that rots
For all those I desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate
Merely a detrimental mass grave
Global termination — for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation — aftermath forlorn
Global Termination — for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation — we are the end of the world
In this walking nightmare
This death, a prolonged rapture
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
The end of all life I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grant the human race