Decline Of Empathy, Rise Of Plight
Show me the meaning of this extortion...
Lead me to the origin of this excuse of a life...
What is the purpose of me?
I see naught, but suffering and vanity...
I see simplicity and wasted potential...
These vicious animals, consumers of world
There is nothing, but decline...
The master race, racing towards the finish line...
Hail the true god, the ignorance of man...
Hail the annihilation, end of days crafted by our hands...
Plight and misery, force down the throat...
I am ashamed...
To be apart...
Of this disgrace
Terminate with extreme prejudice...
Leave only burning palaces and ruins behind...
Let the rest learn from the ashes...
Nothing will ever return from this decimation...
We are deserving of annihilation.
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