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Reapers of our own kind

Agents of the genocide

Destroy, erase, disprove

Ridding the earth

Of those disheveling pigs

I will send my legion

To sought the unbalanced scales

Descend unto your sights

Crimson rivers flow

Slit the earth with fervor

Endless torments

Shall be given unto thee

In death will unite

Marching of the damned

Burned until the sunrise

We dedicate the sullen reaping

Reapers set loose on your hide

Agents of death raining down

Burning land, air, and sea

Ridding this earth

Disease of mankind

I will send my legion

To disrupt the balanced scales

Throw to the wolves the lives,

Of your sons, will it save you

From misery? Bleeding from the

Wounds you suffer, for

I have send the wolves

Ripping, entrails, insides messed,

Weeping, gnashing, repenting,

Dripping, drenched corpse

Mass graves, begging at loss,

Can't stop the killing

Yes, so now you have known what

our vengeance really is, Yes

As they line the corpses of your

dearest institutions, Yes, and

They violate your false sense of

societal mores, intersectional

bullshitry at its highest