I've had enough of human poison
To fill my pores with grief
I made my colossal wit from scratching the surface
With the hundreds of thousands of soldiers
I command with my lungs
So with this strength of battalions
We kill for utility
I bathe my compassion
With words of discernment will they
Praise us for selflessness
Sacrifice righteousness for life
These ghosts of holy corpses bow
Oh come child you have made us proud
The words of wiser men will sound
Our crimes are numerous and loud
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