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The weak plead to bleed

The meek bleed to please

Let me leave this existence

Let me be the next in line

They piss upon us

from their filthy towers

Of our rotting corpses

stacked miles high

They keep grinding us

deeper and deeper

So they can rise above

their own excrement

Our tongues dry

from all the screaming

Begging the blade

to silence us

But they piss their pungent poison

upon the slits in our tongues

This great world of pain

This great world of hate

This great world of gain

That shall guide only us

towards all-devouring antagonism