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Reaching for our knives

Waiting feeble minds cry

We shall fight for the race

Our race shall survive

Cleansing all the waste

Waste becomes their pride

Pride they see as a crime

Infected the race shall die

Come inside venture the way

Plotting our deeds natures way

Taking away their animal play

Teaching their being

They all shall bleed

Christianity burdens our whole life

Even though we see their own old lies

Blackness reaps our earth as

Darkness forms a line

We shall reap their sins

All the rats shall die

In now on me life decays

The trouble we see is in our own brains

Conquering seas and lands away

Were coming for thee

Don't ride away

Til you have pain

The reaping of pain will be simpler for me

Cause we have seen your race not clean

If I was god I'd see your needs

But the trouble you'd be

I'll kill you before

You were ever born