Y'know, back in space we used to drink - a lot We used to take all kinds of drugs And blatant disrespect for any authority figures Little did we know we were undermining our value system...
At that time I was serving in the Masters 3rd Scumdog aboard a planetary infection barge, to obey a host of confusing orders, but mostly satisfying only our for slaughter ravingly drunk half the time, I only realized a had when I heard the roar of the fleets plasma bombardment. into our armored pods we began our descent to the planets pulverized surface. We were met by a of primitive interceptors which we with soaring blast of nuclear hatred, through the debris cloud into the atmosphere below.
The obliteration of Quarv 7
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and refuges I out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack on the non-combatants their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with not being fit for labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits. We laughed as several years of cultural development were wiped out in a blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, out eyes fill the breeding hive Desecrate their world Bloated, bloody, drunken Cultures crumble, die of midgets fill the sky Smashing skulls ghastly crunch Pretty soon break for lunch
Later, as we flew through space Ritually our victims The informed us that we Attacked the planet.
The of Flab Quarv 7