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Rats come up
From beneath the streets
Filthy and vile
Riddled with disease
Rats have found
A way into your home
They soil your sheets
And steal what you own
Rats come up
From beneath the streets
Salivating and foul
Upon innocence they feast
Rats will reap
Their own rewards
Broken on the wheel
Strung up and gored
Strung up on poles
A warning to all passerby
Sold their souls
And now their bodies die
Crows descend from the skies
Pluck out their eyes
Agonizing cries
Witness the vermin's demise
What they have done
To the least of thee
Shall be done unto them
For all eternity
Eternity!
Eons ago
Vermin seized control
Eroded the foundation
Chewed through the floor
Breeding in the basement
Plotting our enslavement
Power led to their derangement
Our suffering is their entertainment
The streets they called home
Are slick with gore
The spreader of disease
Is now no more
Rats have no redeeming qualities
They have no place in clean society
Without redemption
Full of satanic zeal
Let their limbs be broken
And threaded through the wheel
Rats will reap
Their own rewards
Crushed under our feet
Impaled on our swords
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