Wothlesss disgusting crearures
Thay are maggots under my shoe
The cancer of this world
The ones on whos graves i Will puke
Society leaves me no choise
I will unleash the rain of razors and broken glass upon them all so we can all cut together and all suffer as one universal being
But thats Just the service of my infenent sea of suffering
I am executioner of those Who are to week to look in the mirror
I am beyond the illusions of society called norms and expectations
We created oure own holocaust but thay are blind
Thay are maggots that hide behined the comfort of a blindfold
And thay are the cancer of earth