Space Orks

Its tiring to be 

alone against an army of



A pack of blood thirsty



Its tiring to bear the burden

of the truth,

wearing the shield of justice


The wicked move in throngs;

a collective mind of collective



From all asides attacked by little gremlins

and goblins,


A singular purpose to destroy

and multiply their abomination


Unatural life,

with an unatural intercourse


War is waged

against this barbarian horde


A demonic force

without conscience


Worshipping their idols,

infiltrating the churches


Packs of lies,

packs of dogs,


Death they deserve,

Death they love





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