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Its tiring to be 

alone against an army of

orks

A pack of blood thirsty

wolves,

Its tiring to bear the burden

of the truth,

wearing the shield of justice

The wicked move in throngs;

a collective mind of collective

wrongs

From all asides attacked by little gremlins

and goblins,

A singular purpose to destroy

and multiply their abomination

Unatural life,

with an unatural intercourse

War is waged

against this barbarian horde

A demonic force

without conscience

Worshipping their idols,

infiltrating the churches

Packs of lies,

packs of dogs,

Death they deserve,

Death they love