Hear the rumbles of millions crying in despair
It doesn’t disappear. The disease is spreading among the deceased
You walk among them with a eccedentesiast smile
Smells of your vile taste burn the skin, all this sin
I watch in satisfaction as you rot in your own fake pride
Screaming with frustration at your intolerable wasted breathing
As your kingdom crumbles down in a blaze of failure
Death is sculpting the shrine of your incompetence, you are now
The king of all disgusting human maggots. Look at this mess
It is all a disastrous infection of your own creation
Your savior spits on your face and cruelly laughs as he watches
You drag the entire world down into the burning ashes of misery
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