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We are but insects crushed in a trice
Merely grains for the scythe
In carnal symbiosis in overflowing graves
From out of cavities and tunnels
Dragged out and ravished now

With lust in grime we root
As swine teeth buried deep into our brethrens longing necks
With cracked bare spines in filth we align
Hauled in the gown of death

Many were they who set to conquer
Eating their way through the stupid meat pile
Only to find their pale necks under
under merciless blades

With lust in grime we root
As swine teeth buried deep into our brethrens longing necks
With cracked bare spines in filth we align
Hauled in the gown of death

Our stinking meat cleaveth the earth

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