Citing Suffering? Oppression? As though ye knew of Evil
Just shows thy mind's Targossian - that is, weak and feeble
But though foolishness is known to have an Eastern prevalence
I'll help all that I can, poor Blonk. Here's pure Malevolence:

Through Hardship is His will endured, what thy kind oft eschews
Else ye'd fight the strongest out there, with Brutality so true
Not Strength but endless whining do thy forces now display
Be old Cyrene and show respect; with more than scythe I slay

Like my mind snuffs out thy life force, like my cataclysm fries
From atop HIS Black Cathedral ye see power from on high
My unholy words now chanted Subjugate pathetic verses
Thy stupid, confused poems end up just like tzantza curses

Through Iniquity do we the faithful cultivate His will
He bids us snuff out thy ambition, ye writer of no skill
So my mastery sends ye packing even faster than a raido
Give up breathin, ye base heathen, ye'll just choke like on my kaido

In Dominion do we Westerns impart lessons even greater
Riding high on daemon-steeds, trampling all ye lying haters
In order to His will impart I'll always be this Cruel
I waived tuition here today but ye still got took to school

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chronos, in the year 954 AF.