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Disorder, chaos, vandalism
They were counted as number one
When the society was suffocated in troubles
Killing everyone they considered as menace
Adults or children they didn't care
Death squadrons
Killing as many as they could
Pilling the rotten bodies as tall as high
Genocide, orgasm and self satisfaction
Hate was in their eyes while carrying a weapon
Hunting and killing at the night
Crushing all of them without mercy and fear
Shooting to see all the blood spoiling
All the bodies falling down