Crawl, bark, beg.
This is the end.
The march of the damned.
The crawl of the pigs.
While the world burns the religious hide with their tales tucked between their legs.
Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth.
Let this end with us.
There's comfort in knowing this is the end of the unjust.
Etch the names into the graves.
The youth are sick and tired.
The old are jaded tyrants.
We have killed us.
We made the bed of snakes.
We built the house of shit.
I couldn't dream it, I can't believe it.
I've been living in the kingdom of suffering.
Are you so deaf to the cries?
You have killed us.
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