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Antipathy for otiose flesh

I laugh at their victory of nothingness

Purely pathetic and risible

I will spit on their graves

Oh such desire they all share, yet one common fault

Useless art and similar ends, never triumph at all

I am repulsed and livid, at such weak attempts

To attack, to destroy, my skill of aversion

So weak and worthless

As they suck the planet dry

Mortified to be human like them

I shall show them to their demise