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Human Race
In the recess of infinite black,
The stentch of death begins to grow,
A tapeworm, or parasite,
Forming foundation on the face of creation,
Manufacturing of death,
Creation of their self-destruction,
Instinct overrules reasoning,
As they continues to spread,
NO will to progress,
A failed race,
War, death, disease, and famine,
Riding again!
No need for horses,
With these hosts,
The human race,
Works of failed results,
No remorse,
Even for themselves!
