Pravus

Drooling floods of Led

Armed with distorted belief

Sharp munition spat from our minds

Malignancy-rounds, automatic fire



Black, acidic bile

Seeping wounds of shattered souls

Still not pissing out fast enough

To quench our thirst for it to bleed us dry



Vile, ever-menacing intent

Repulsive belligerence shot from toxic minds

Blatant disregard for all but self

Proudly flaunting the depravity of a race condemned, malign



Iterate, repeat these my words

Recite the mantra of late

I will corrupt and impair

Vitiate, dispirit, debase, violate



Souls born with hateful intent

The deceitful spawn, descendants of lies

By the poisoned nails of history stung

If granted the will to injure

If granted the will to harm

The blades of hurt inexhaustibly swung