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Vermin and nothing more compared

To my power, wastes of flesh

Should have never been born

Pure wastes of flesh

I will make sure they all suffer

I will pierce the deceitful, the statuesque, and the unsighted

Betrayed to my name

Now all of them must repent

I have always been their god while they were too dense to see

That their rebellion will cost them greatly

They will feel the great force of wrath

Languid to his name, this lard must burn

And he will suffer along the beauty, both shams

Oh, the unsighted, how could I forget you’re blind?

New eyes will be pierced into you soon from that bastard

Nothing, these kinds are nothing

Lower than the insects I crush

Nothing, these imps are nothing

I curse all the families

I will make sure they suffer too

I will torture the deceitful, the statuesque, and the unsighted

Betrayed to my name

Now all of them must repent

I have always been their god while they were too dense to see