Thousands of corpses, stacked one on top of the other
The stench. They are all dead. Just dead.
They no longer exist, it would have been better had they never existed
They are ridiculous, and now they have a significance that before they did not have
They were a mass, a stupid mass of mules
Their day has come, his sentence has been handed down, the Lord’s
Oh my Demon you will remember these corpses
You will laugh when you remember how they looked
You will dance on them; you will shout the anthem to your victory
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