Internal Bleeding Patterns Of Force Ii. Plague Agenda
Dawn of a brave new world
Devoid of those deemed weak
Subhuman rabble disposed
Through the retribution I seek
Morning rise
The troops amass
The lines now set for the first wave
A haunting silence coats the land
While in the distance tanks crush the sand
Buffer the lines with the kidnapped man
Masses gathered
The storm approaches
Propaganda feeds
Feeds the feeble minds
Assembled en masse
To do their bidding
Sacrifice to quench
Sacrifice to quench the greed
Dominoes the bodies fall
These human shields
Killed by their own
Hospitals harbor the artillery
Awaiting the unknown
Houses of the lord
Blown to pieces
For the caches they conceal
The visage of a god
Fails to exist
In these winds of war
Too many still die
Those to be spared
Already chosen
War
Merely slaves
Merely slaves for the reconstruction
Pace of death needs new direction
Seek new methods of mass extinction
Horrifying seed kills regardless of gender
Enter phase two
Plague agenda
Eyes open
To new possiblities
Smiles paint the faces of the elite
Through it lethal efficiency
Now die
My children
This victory
Sacrifices
Sacrifices thee
Dehydration paradox
Drowning by thirst
Blood seeps from every pore of the skin
Aborting all birth
Doom the unborn to death at birth
A lifetime lived in mere hours
Mothers clench the weakened children
As the agenda devours
Their world
