Bring us the hero, with wicked grin,
Who leads to giants, where fate begins.
Bare bodies loom, so vast and tall,
To crush us down, to make us fall.
With gleeful cries, we're lifted high,
Inserted deep, with no will to defy.
Some choose the end, so dark, obscene,
Rectally claimed, where nothing’s seen.
Others devoured, whole in giant jaws,
Or crushed under soles, without a pause.
No honor here, just pain and glee,
In mouths, or feet, we cease to be.
With cheers, he seals our twisted doom,
And leads us to the perverse tomb.
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