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Have you seen it? This seething, teeming mass of maggots. Climbing and crawling, calling and clawing. Just to try and reach the top, Of some disgusting worthless pyramid. To become king, King of the filth - So herd-like So insect-like - Like a putrid swarm of approval seeking locusts. Eating, using Owning and destroying Everything they can find.| - A virus A parasite Clinging desperately to a dying host. - These ancient sand-cultists would have us die here Starving, thirsty and cold. But with unification and order We could set our sights upon the stars. N.H.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
Üntermensch
Have you seen it? This seething, teeming mass of maggots. Climbing and crawling, calling and clawing. Just to try and reach the top, Of some disgusting worthless pyramid. To become king, King of the filth - So herd-like So insect-like - Like a putrid swarm of approval seeking locusts. Eating, using Owning and destroying Everything they can find.| - A virus A parasite Clinging desperately to a dying host. - These ancient sand-cultists would have us die here Starving, thirsty and cold. But with unification and order We could set our sights upon the stars. N.H.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
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