اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Breeding atrocity rancid is the fruit of their womb
Advocates of perversion engineering
The provisions of grief
Distributing misery prophets of affliction
Killed by their own spawn stolen futures
Deprived of innocence
Spirits broken at birth no respite from the torture
They know not what they do murderers
Or victims in the eyes of God
Nurtured by fear progeny of the sick
Their fate is sealed in blood
They sever the hand that feeds
Sharing the gift of violence bestowed on them
