A king of unscrupulous tactics not a person free
humanity has its foul stench a bloody gory scream
facing the unknown enemy, hardly ever seen
Bludgeoning his weakened pray, the win is his today, a sword; used to have a sharp point is a blunted heavy wedge, chunks missing from decapitation,
destruction of all nations grasping a ledge
survival in misery, bodies form a hedge
Decisive angry death, not a remorseful tone, no sorrow within their hearts, congenitally demone
stand to look at victory, burning pyrite
Smashing the skulls of a weakened mess
humanity at its end, sadly digressed
beautiful lush green hills, forests of gold
a sight of the future, be the story told
neglect responsibilities a dreadful tale, without the love of giving, the living be bold
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