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Heap of swine

Dirty smell

Worse than a pigsty

Worse than a vice inscrutable just not noticing

Real false friends

Real snakes

Both come from the ell

They think they are broad minded

But they feel like they smell

Liars speak to me, but they lose courtesy

It's time to kill the threats, but they're around me

If I could be the Reaper, I could reap the swine

If I could be the Reaper, never I have to suffer

Behind me, behind me, pervertedly, the plotters are coming

Behind me, behind me, pervertedly, plotters are dancing

It's time for them, it's time for me

To break the way we could divide

It's time for them, it's time for me

In death silence to disappear