Warhammer 40k

Space Orks

Its tiring to be 

alone against an army of

orks

 

A pack of blood thirsty

wolves,

 

Its tiring to bear the burden

of the truth,

wearing the shield of justice

 

The wicked move in throngs;

a collective mind of collective

wrongs

 

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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