Sonderkommando

And blundering brightly through the night
Astride the thunderous, flaming trident bike
The choked back years of jeers
Flashing forceful through their peers
Inflicting beastly cheesy beaver bite
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What would you do?
You'd do your job
Sonderkommando King for a day
Naked infants left alone
Syntho-nipple, pit of stone
Ravaged in an inane grip
Chewing chicken from the lip
Those that survived found a place
With the elders of the race
Tossed upon the heaving brine
Spreading hatred to mankind
Maggot palace, rod of bone
Slave to fetid underloam
Who gibbers at the
Nauseater Fudge-packed, dimple fecal leaper
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