Y'know, back in outer space we used to - a lot We to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs And showed blatant disrespect for any authority Little did we know we undermining our entire value system...
At that time I was serving in the Masters 3rd Legion aboard a planetary infection barge, attempting to obey a of confusing orders, but mostly only our lust for slaughter ravingly drunk the time, I only realized a battle had started I heard the roar of the fleets plasma bombardment. into our armored pods we began our descent to the planets pulverized surface. We met by a flight of primitive interceptors which we devastated with soaring of nuclear hatred, flashing through the cloud into the atmosphere below.
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On the horizon was the outlines of a bombed city, the outlying areas with flaming craters and fleeing refuges I out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack on the non-combatants pulpifying their in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mass mutilation of a ensued, with those not being fit for slave labor being herded into flaming pits. We laughed as several thousand years of cultural wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, out eyes Captives fill the hive Desecrate their world Bloated, bloody, churl Cultures crumble, die Stench of midgets the sky Smashing skulls ghastly crunch Pretty soon we'll for lunch
Later, as we flew deep space Ritually our victims The navigator us that we the wrong planet.
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