Grind Crusher
Beautiful clamp.
Great oily Titan.
Stinking machine of Bludgeon.
Flattening heads for us.
Squashing torsos.
The crusher's equitous genocide
Shows no discrimination.
Running only delays fate by seconds;
It's reign is supreme;
Everything is dead.
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