Plague of Undeath
They walked down nothing
Mimicking the one (they) called God
Bowing down to some retard
Which he eventually was found to be
A thousand of them died
Just because he wasn't self obliged
Nothing was what he was in knee deep
Retreating was (not) meant to be
Guards, ready the block of slaughter
Let the parasites on his entrails
Devour all that's dilapate
For the punishment, the time is now
*Steve Solo*
*Gab Solo*
A thousand of them died
Just because he wasn't self obliged
Nothing was what he was in knee deep
But now their guns are lined
Guards, ready the block of slaughter
Let the parasites on his entrails
Devour all that's dilapate
The dead shall seize thy soul
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