Disease by Aiden Cunningham
Evil, hate, greed
All but a mere sickness
Spreading through mankind
Men and woman alike
There seems no cure
There seems no stop
Humanity naught but a disease
Oh, how it needs to be wiped out
But God has answered my prayers
Spreading anarchy against the lands
Disaster against disaster, disease against disease
The cure is among us, oh how we'll be pure
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