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  this walking nightmare
  life, an Abominable Revelation
 No flesh shall  my impulses to kill
 Mouldy muliebral textures I  crave
  final absolution I grant the human race
 
 Revel in a purulent  a goregasmic pit
 Pathetic  lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool
 This is the end of all 
 
  discharge of emotional decay
 A waste of breath and time, with  saw I extirpate
 A pathological  or a deity's wrath,
 For man is disease and must be  down at last
 
  world a canvas for me to corrupt -
 Rid this stinking earth of all that 
 For all those  desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate
 Merely a detrimental mass 
 
 Global  - for which man was born
 Genocidal  - aftermath forlorn
 Global Termination -  which man was born
 Genocidal Salvation - we are the  of the world
 
  this walking nightmare
 This death,  prolonged rapture
 No  shall quench my impulses to kill
  end of all life I relentlessly crave
 This final absolution  grant the human race