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Oh, you sad, small parasites,

The ones I loathe, I can see,

You are monsters now.

You're still alive, still in control somehow.

God told me I could rule the world as a treat,

Rid himself of his sentimentality.

God told me I could burn it all, as a treat,

Killed himself, then he handed me the keys.

I tried to play nice but I need to obliterate,

Your burning world, It's built on filth, lies and rape.

Heaven is only one gunshot away,

All I wanted I could have it all today.