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I move words like Chess Pieces,

Strategy is to Gradually have you Wrecked Beaten,

Chest Heavin you try to shine but only show a Dead Beacon,

Check Bringing more Stress to Upset your Evening,

The Bills that Bob their way as a Test of Reason,

These shills are robbed away Left Bleedin,

Neglect Heathens, even Atilla could Sense Treason,

Captivated by magic but his trance made him a Mess Weakened,

I won't partake in any sacrifice Unless We Can,

Fuck the body afterwards as we Pledge Allegiance,

To our principles and Infect Legions,

Of Satan's Best Demons then Nest like Wretched Leeches,

Eggs Extended and Hatch Impressed Cretins,

They Extend to the Stretched Reaches of reality and Express with Vehement,

To Be wary of this Blessed Behemoth,

That scours the lands lookin to Arrest Bulimics,

And it Bends Treatment to keep the Illness Creepin,

Until the Rest Read It, these Pests are Feedin,

Off of the Hopelessness Beatin strong in our hearts but we Intend to Demean It