I'm blundering brightly through the night
Astride the thunderous, flaming trident bike
They choked back years of jeers
Flashing forceful through their peers
Inflicting beastly cheesy beaver biteWhat would you do?
You'd do your job
Sonderkommando
King for a dayWhat would you do?Naked infants left alone
Syntho-nipple, pit of stone
Ravaged in an inane grip
Chewing chicken from the lipThose that survived found a place
With the elders of the race
Tossed upon the heaving brine
Spreading hatred to mankindMaggot palace, rod of bone
Slave to fetid underloam
Who gibbers at the nauseater
Fudge-packed, dimple fecal leaperWhat would you do?
You'd do your job
Sonderkommando
King for a day
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