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Killer
I am the cure
To what ails this world
I will do what death
Has failed to do
I will sever the cancer
That afflicts this society
The weak
The sickly
The immoral
I will send them
To their beloved maker
I will infest his golden halls
If he loves them so much
Let him suffer their demons
If humanity had severed
This pound of flesh
The rest of this decrepit body
Would not be rotting away now
I will pile them in the sun
Homage to the pagan gods
A gift from the pious ones left
Who haven't forsaken them
Nor the true path
(C) 2014 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
To what ails this world
I will do what death
Has failed to do
I will sever the cancer
That afflicts this society
The weak
The sickly
The immoral
I will send them
To their beloved maker
I will infest his golden halls
If he loves them so much
Let him suffer their demons
If humanity had severed
This pound of flesh
The rest of this decrepit body
Would not be rotting away now
I will pile them in the sun
Homage to the pagan gods
A gift from the pious ones left
Who haven't forsaken them
Nor the true path
(C) 2014 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
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