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 c*nt
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