Insipid, void of all hope

Abound with emptiness

Integrity in absentia

Bland and faceless, laced with tedium

Desultory, forged in weakness

Flesh puppets and parasites

Lower than a serpent's cunt

Thriving in disgrace

The scum stand proud

Languishing in their own filth

Pinnacle of the false

Sycophantic waste of existence

Karma expired in the season of the leech

May they die by our own hands