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Crushed within my hands

My teeth rip its fresh

primitive instincts of man

surround us with death

War! too prove that were right

God! so were not afraid of night

Children! Too carry on our names

Church! too make us obey

We are

Primitive Beasts

Held down

by society

taught how to look

and how to speak

we the strong

must destroy the weak

fucking when we need

too spread our seed

The flesh we consume

while howling at the moon

War is expected

as we are the wretched

gods abortions

reality distortions

we can never hide

what we are inside