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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 it's 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 it's breeders must be exterminated.
Procreation epidemic...
Satan shall destroy the weak...
A total genocide is what we seek...
Bloody 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.
Sexual pleasure is glorified, it's fruit being cold sperm, not pitiful
Infants.
To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role.