To the Slaughter

These deeds of evil that you do,

Know they make me happy too.

Demons give me a chance to vent,

To slaughter without recompense.

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Zombies slow while imps throw fire,

Hellish barons feel my ire.

In swathes lost souls are all mowed down,

Cacodemons fall to ground.

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The mancubus, the revenant,

Such delightful fellows Hell has sent.

The cyberdemons standing tall,

They in turn must also fall.

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And then there's spider masterminds,

Most deadly of demonkind.

But even they taste lead from gun,

Allows me to keep having fun.

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So Hell, don't stop your waves of hordes,

For boredom is what I abhor.

Give me meat to grind, and give it soon,

Must keep out dishing taste of doom.