decrepit purification

thy art is murder

there is no hope. you are helpless to the chaos that has raped your world. genocide to all that are innocent

we have waited for this day and now it is time to feast. we must find them and end their existence. to spare themselves from unimaginable torture

it has started tearing limbs from torsos to disable our prey

the blood of the innocent deep within my veins. my strength growing with every drop

separate the heads from the bodies. these pests are not worthy of a name. the bodies pile up. limbs intertwining each appendage lifeless as the last

the putrid stench of dead cunts boils my blood. the thought of victims that are yet to be devoured is what motivates this holocaust. i need to stop the birth of the deceased. we kill in packs

a force of evil they should never conquer

surrendering will not bring them mercy

only divide the cowards from the brave. they will be butchered

erased from this land. humanity is obsolete. carving in the faces of women and children

their fathers forced to watch as they are bludgeoned

tenacious murdering

extorting a breath from the naive

the death squad hunts you.