Bathed in blood, Fed on flesh,
Looks like murder, Feels like clay,
Smells like death, Sounds like thunder.
He is our life.
He is our leader.
He is our terror.
He is our destruction.
He is our death.
Laid in brains, Washed in waste,
Laughed at men, Cried at women,
Slapped the Old, Scared the young.
He is Us.
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