Thou Art Swine

Laughing in life,

Crying in death,


Mocking in a position of false superiority,

Begging for mercy when ye face your maker


Placing trust in a material world that betrays

you to an eternity of suffering


Faithful to gods who demand your sacrifice;

an eternity of servitude aboard the Flying Dutchmen.


To the locker with ye,

to the infernal pit,


The sands of time betray your soul,

the flames erase all your visions of grandeur


A slave to the darkside,

thou art nothing but a pig!!!


Roasting, for the barbeque,

the pork pulled off your bones


Eaten and regurgitated,

used and abused


Thou art nothing but an object

of entertainment





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