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Man Flesh for the Reptiles “Hiss Hiss”
They stress you out your whole life,
slow burn,
slow poison
After your dead,
they want to slice you up
and sell you off
Stress you out to have
your pituitary gland
full of cortisol
Every organ is of value;
they care little for life,
only for death
Fear is their drug
more addicting then crack
the reptile feeds off the terror
of all mankind
Keep them stressed out,
kill them "hiss hiss",
tasty man flesh
Like unto pork a savory meat;
they are our slaves and our food;
We shall cull the herd,
drive them like lambs to the slaughter
No mercy,
we drink their blood
We are evil;
we hate humans "hiss hiss"
They are our enemies
but they taste so delicious
We have to fatten them up
keep them stressed out.
yes "hiss hiss"
