I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate The end justifies the means, I will be merciless I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill The end justifies the means, I will design some disease Whats a nation, whats a continent? Whats a fellow, what is a people? ...Nothing but livestock What is ethics, whats morality? Whats altruism, whats humanism? ...Nothing but sterile thoughts Theres no struggle No resistance No guerrillas Just illusions Theres no peace No negotiation No mediation Just a hidden genocide This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth Imagine a virus, and people degenerating Over three generations, imagine a virus Crude physical and mental alterations Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase Your eating habits changing, you will fading out All that makes you human disappearing, youre turning into a pig Your faces shaping your background To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations Mans caricature, even your pride gets lost In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers
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