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This poor creature, it is even human?
Final countdown of its remaining vitality
Bring an end to this miserable mannequin!
Slice him! Dice him! Chop him up!

Leave nothing to remain!
Let his blood paint the walls and floors
Palettes and splatters everywhere galore!
Crimson colors overlays the beige walls

How pitiful it must be to be you
You truly have nothing left to be remembered
Truly a poor sloth that can’t be considered human
One by one droplets fall onto the floor

The shell is dissolving slowly from his skin
Ah I can smell your rotting flesh now
Bones are ready to crumble as you slip in
Enjoy your last moment being alive

The chamber of ember awaits you
How marvelous we get to witness this
I’m sure you’ll thank us for doing the job right
After all you have nothing else left

Any last words before your cremation, sloth?
Come now, you surely have some last words
You have nothing and you are nothing
Why not just enjoy staying that way till the end?

Let this pitiful creature burn!
Ashes shall shower and plague his spirit
Let us watch his bones turn into dust
Until nothing remains anymore