Momento Mori

So proud to stand and see yourself Haughty life of unfounded self confidence No matter the pillar you put yourself upon The very ground beneath you crumbles and you shall fall You are not immortal You are not safe You are born to suffer You were born to die Laughable to believe you think yourself chosen by God Bloated fat pigs, overdue for slaughter The selfish, squealing spoiled children of the damned Your swift extermination cannot come soon enough