The song of embittered kittens

Проскуряков
We just, We can destroy.
We go, We show the cruel.
We want your brains annoy.
And We were born to rule.

Tiny paws full of poison.
White fangs sharpened enough.
In the night purring voice on.
Cute enslavers kill with love.

Hug me tender die today.
Lump of anger in your hand.
Any nasties we now may.
We will be your end...