A propaganda poem from another world criticizing a nation that worships anthropomorphic animal gods
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Wild Ty'lor, of yellow tiger eyes
King of the Felines on a leather throne lies
The mighty beastkin warriors, who rule in Kar'Kasha
Ordained of human slaves, to make idols of their names.
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In Kar'Kasha they dress like savages, barely covered in cloth
They spurn doublets and dresses, and loath human sloth
"Work hard for the 'Ra,'" they say, "and you will be reborn!"
Devoted to this vile cause, their entire lives are sworn
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To all domestic humans, that live under beastkin laws
A set of rules are made, 'virtues' carved with claws
"Always serving, never wanting," is the motto of the men
"Always eager, never asking," so the women say then
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They believe in death that their souls are reshaped and torn
Then again upon earth, they live as a beastkin reborn
This is the 'greatest honor' of Kar'Kasha's so-called paradise
To become a brutish animal endowed with primal vice
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King Ty'lor and his mighty warriors of fur and scale
conquer, monger, and proselytize their ill fairytale
Beyond the South Sea, their domain ever expands
But where will they go when no one south stands?
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Their brutish beast-warriors will massacre and pillage
They'll force the people into slaves and plunder every village
Crossing the waters or through the Sanguine Jungle
Wherever they come, they'll lead cities to crumble
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So flay the hides of the vile beastkin
Let not one savage retain scale or skin
Exterminate the vermin of Beast King Ty'lor
Let rest the monsters, and slaughter them in scores
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For all that is holy in the pantheon's lore
gather your arms and call to righteous war!
Be you the one that takes Ty'lor's head,
and you will be granted divine providence instead!