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Mother's Hunger
In The Soviet Union
Our comrades are not in the mood.
Swept under the carpet of Winter is our hope
The moral and food ratio went down the slope
Frozen tears hit the glass
They bring starvation and mass.
Assimilation is scrapped from their mind
Annihilated will be their kind.
Black hour hits the timeline
Mother will be put to the trial.
To preserve the blood for next generation
One must survive to reach preservation.
The weakest has been chosen
Dominance must be proven.
Barbarian instinct hits her organism
Wild temper breaks her stoicism.
She can't be stopped
Not with remorse
Hounds fulfilled with tears and brute force.
Humanity is gored and raped
Cannibalism is her only escape.
Know your race
Know your place.
