A plague grows, giving strength to life.
This is a miserable instinct of reproduction.
Humans beget their insects that will become Humans.
This pest and its breeders must be exterminated.
Procreation epidemic...
Satan shall destroy the weak...
A total genocide is what we seek...
Why these feeble animals persist in cloning themselves again and again?
It just means that life as a whole is senseless, thus we worship Death.
We open wide the womb of the pregnant females and brandish the dead larvas.
The human race is a piece of flesh, no soul inside, only for His servants.
A plague grows, giving strength to life.
This is a miserable instinct of reproduction.
Humans beget their insects that will become Humans.
This pest and its breeders must be exterminated.
Procreation epidemic...
Satan shall destroy the weak...
A total genocide is what we seek...
b***** useless meat is what is left of them, never to give birth again.
Our King in Hell rejoice, proud of His earthly hordes, hailing the triumph of Death.
s**ual pleasure is glorified, its fruit being cold s****, not pitiful infants.
To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role.
This is a miserable instinct of reproduction.
Humans beget their insects that will become Humans.
This pest and its breeders must be exterminated.
Procreation epidemic...
Satan shall destroy the weak...
A total genocide is what we seek...
Why these feeble animals persist in cloning themselves again and again?
It just means that life as a whole is senseless, thus we worship Death.
We open wide the womb of the pregnant females and brandish the dead larvas.
The human race is a piece of flesh, no soul inside, only for His servants.
A plague grows, giving strength to life.
This is a miserable instinct of reproduction.
Humans beget their insects that will become Humans.
This pest and its breeders must be exterminated.
Procreation epidemic...
Satan shall destroy the weak...
A total genocide is what we seek...
b***** useless meat is what is left of them, never to give birth again.
Our King in Hell rejoice, proud of His earthly hordes, hailing the triumph of Death.
s**ual pleasure is glorified, its fruit being cold s****, not pitiful infants.
To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role.