• Propaganda death ensemble burial to be!
    Corpse rotting through the night in
    Blood laced misery scorched Earth the policy
    The reason for the siege
    We were nothing i was ********
    I came alive
    The whirling I felt my entire body tighten
    Twist and pull my fingers clenched my arms
    Bulged I couldn't feel anything but it was the
    Grandaddy of all Pangs
    The pendulum it shaves the blade the
    Strafing blood raid
    I rushed it my fist like a scorpions tail
    Everything around me blurred in a rush of
    Speed and anger, the window my role focus
    Infiltration, push, reverse, Encircle the
    Front line supreme art of strategy playing
    On the minds
    All of the Effort
    And stupidity for nothing I ********
    This was me the window
    Bombard 'Till submission talk all to their
    Graves infiltration of triumph; the numbers
    That are dead
    whom- my fist slammed into the glass of the window with all of the strength
    I could master, A cry of pain and Rage escaped my mouth
    A lightning bolt
    Crack, split the window pane
    This seemed familiar vaguely
    Support the war
    I raised my fist again
    War support