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Forging ahead these blades of judgment
To weed out all weak heartened froth…
Scorned, disposed, set forth to wither
Useless pustules, humanity’s remains

Bring forth now…this pageantry of order
Celebrated specimens, god men among the plebes
Cold…aftermath, society’s demise
Echoes of pain stir the dust that’s left behind

No use for the petulant whimpering mass
Cries of hindrance - fall deaf on the over-man

Slow wounds bleed longest, the suffering sating our strengths
All those pitiful foes, “God’s” so called children?
Marching upon roads, paved with human remains
We rise, and praise, the death of that shameful race

Deep wounds heal slowest, from realities of torturous pains
All these useless souls, not to inherit this earth….
Monuments of nobility, rise from the cold dead ground
We exist, and endure, the rise of a cold order……

Bring forth now, a cleansed world with primality
Washed the stains of all weak useless morality…
Oh the quiet and triumphant nature….
Never tarnished henceforth…savage and noble we reign….

We rise, and praise – the death of that shameful race….
We endure and exist - the rise of a cold order…

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