In a land where the stench
Will never go away
An atmosphere of filth clouds the
Light of the day
Condemned to rule this land
By an oath forced to be sworn
One stands above the rest
Prince of a land forlorn
Prince of the land of stench
I will infect you with a curse
Immerse you in the bog headfirst!
My land you will leave drenched
I am... Prince of the land of stench!
And growing old, you'll see me laugh
While pointing grizzled amber staff
My thirst for power you will quench
I am... Prince of the land of stench!
The streets are lined
With a mixture of feces and gore
The prince is still not satisfied
He's calling out for more!
From open windows
Cradles will be snatched!
From the cliffside down to the boiling sea
Infants shall be cast!
Wading through mounds of moldering limbs
His highness closes in with a smoldering grin
Watch his steps well with an anticipating eye
For the moment they stop is the moment you die!
Gleefully destroying as he covers you in slime
Snaps off your neck to make a crapper (fecal party's a good time!)
Your skin is toilet paper and he'll use your bile as lube
Next thing you know you're oozing shit like a toothpaste tube!
While they all take turns violating your orifi
The king and his men crack jokes and high five!
Snapping and popping and squelching are the sounds
That your insides make as they're passed around!
Stench!
Bend before my will!
You have no hope, no chance to stay alive
So fucking... Break! Beneath my stench!
Suffocate!
You take a look around and realize that something is not quite right
You take a whiff and then you realize your God forsaken plight
You are trapped in a small room with the prince of the land of stench now
And you are left to wonder what you've done to deserve this and how
You're going to die (with excruciating pain)
This is the end
And you begin to cry
Why?!
But there is no reason known to man
You're just another component of the prince's private plan
As the blade sinks deeper into your gut
You realize you're nothing but someone else's smut!
In a land where the stench will always remain
There lives a prince who will never refrain...
From dealing forth the damage of a mind warped into filth
By a tenure in a land with a stench so vile he has no choice but kill!
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