I will burn all of your flags, it’s my obligation.
As we stand above, never enduring.
Your lies are our own truth.
They fall down one by one now.
Stampeding masses of pieces of meat,
Waiting to be slaughtered one by one now.
All alone in our disposal,
No hope and no future.
Slained into pieces.
Dropdead!
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