Y'know, back in outer space we used to - a lot We used to take all kinds of drugs And showed blatant disrespect for any authority Little did we we were undermining our entire value system...
At that time I was serving in the Masters 3rd Scumdog aboard a planetary infection barge, to obey a host of orders, but mostly satisfying only our lust for slaughter ravingly drunk half the time, I only a battle had started when I heard the roar of the fleets bombardment. Piling our armored assault we began our descent to the planets pulverized surface. We were met by a of primitive interceptors which we devastated with soaring of nuclear hatred, flashing through the debris into the atmosphere below.
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On the horizon was the blazing of a bombed city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and refuges I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing on the non-combatants pulpifying their in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being fit for slave being herded into gigantic flaming pits. We laughed as several thousand of cultural development were out in a single 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 with ghastly crunch Pretty we'll break for lunch
Later, as we through deep space Ritually disemboweling our The navigator us that we the wrong planet.
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