The Bitter Taste of Defeat

The bitter taste of defeat
I vomit forth a massacre
Screams for mercy go unheard
Only the piles of my victims interests me now

Anointed with the blood
of the weak
Laughing with the pain
of exorcised demons
Constant rip of skin
Becomes a novelty

I cannot rest until millions are slaughtered
King of the kill, genocidal bliss

The masses have died
Changing the life with the
Dignity of retarded children

A boot crushed
The hand outstretched
Pleading compassion
A boot crushes