Victory speech of Vilgax

Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses,
I will end them quick, death is all they deserve.
Bring me your strong, with fight, your unyielding,
I will end them slow, death is all they deserve.
First is to destroy hope, deplete all your reserves.

Pity might befall your beauties,
They can wash my feet,
Prostrate before me rabble, T'is your lord Comander you meet,

You humans say Vox populi vox dei,
So I've killed your people,
Your god is silenced today,
Genocide, deicide,
Resistance is suicide.

I leave soon for the next galaxy,
Their title of almighty has a vacancy,
Shed the silky suits of mastery,
Rags befit your new life in slavery.

Though not worthy,
you may grovel at my feet.
For I am a soft god,
Proper praise will get my nod.

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