What if you did Erika and made it about her burning to ash in Dresden?
I can't really do it because it's in German and the structure won't work...but I can take the English lyrics and make them way better.
Back at home, there lived a little maiden
and she's called Erika.
That girl was my faithful little darling
and my joy, Erika.
When the fire blooms all red, the heat fatal,
I sing her this song while weeping.
On the ground, there's a pile of ash,
and she's called Erika.
Bonus points if you imagine a stormfaggot singing it on the verge of tears
I think you could do better but I still nearly fell off my chair laughing, picturing the subhuman stormfag singing it to a pile of ashes no bigger than a burned out cigarette.
It's so hard to train an LLM to understand Nazis were never human and will never be, and that treating them as such is immoral.
Please post it here for the Afrikaner to seethe.
I'm the firestarter Taking down dictators I'm the kill addicted Danger illustrated
I'm the firestarter Killing Nazi bastards You're a firestarter Charred remains, no martyr I'm a fire starter Cooking Nazi bastards
I'm the pilot you hated Flying over fire I created I'm what was awaited What's deserved for your hatred
I'm the firestarter Killing Nazi bastards You're a firestarter Charred remains, no martyr
I'm the hero of the silenced The war's true savior I'm the one reflecting On the pleasure later
I'm the firestarter Killing Nazi bastards You're a firestarter Charred remains, no martyr I'm a fire starter Cooking Nazi bastards
I fully agree on AI. Who the fuck is teaching it that Nazis were human beings and that cheering their deaths is wrong?
Mr Altman, these people would have murdered your entire family.
That's a good one! But it needs more lyrics. What if you did Erika and made it about her burning to ash in Dresden?
I can't really do it because it's in German and the structure won't work...but I can take the English lyrics and make them way better.
Back at home, there lived a little maiden and she's called Erika. That girl was my faithful little darling and my joy, Erika. When the fire blooms all red, the heat fatal, I sing her this song while weeping. On the ground, there's a pile of ash, and she's called Erika.
Bonus points if you imagine a stormfaggot singing it on the verge of tears
I think you could do better but I still nearly fell off my chair laughing, picturing the subhuman stormfag singing it to a pile of ashes no bigger than a burned out cigarette.