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FableFreak
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FableFreak's Mandatory Three Month Post
I know I never post here anymore, but my parole officer says I need to make at least one post every so often to help myself reintegrate into society. So here it is. Enjoy.
None escape, not one survives
Nobody manages to make a stand
In this land our war machine strives
To crush the opposition until it is but sand
Out of the mist the death machines roll
Two by two, side by side
The machine's heart is empty, fuel tank full
You must submit, you cannot hide
Trample the weak, hurdle the dead
They are not worth your time
The war machine's hunger must be fed
Society must be realigned
The moon is black and the sky is red
Blood flows in streams to water the crops
The machine goes forth and grinds the dead
You can't hide because the machine never stops
Look to God and pray for death
He's not listening as you failed the test
From behind our ranks approach
Trampled underfoot like a mere cockroach
We don't care about your race or creed
We just want to see you bleed
From over the hills and far away
Our reign of terror is here to stay
Shadows projected onto the sky
The corpse fires burn in the night
We've come to wash your sins away
God is not concerned with your plight
As the peasants run and scream in pain
Thunder cracks and down comes rain
The machine rolls on, greased with blood
Your end is here, in Satan's flood
I know I never post here anymore, but my parole officer says I need to make at least one post every so often to help myself reintegrate into society. So here it is. Enjoy.
None escape, not one survives
Nobody manages to make a stand
In this land our war machine strives
To crush the opposition until it is but sand
Out of the mist the death machines roll
Two by two, side by side
The machine's heart is empty, fuel tank full
You must submit, you cannot hide
Trample the weak, hurdle the dead
They are not worth your time
The war machine's hunger must be fed
Society must be realigned
The moon is black and the sky is red
Blood flows in streams to water the crops
The machine goes forth and grinds the dead
You can't hide because the machine never stops
Look to God and pray for death
He's not listening as you failed the test
From behind our ranks approach
Trampled underfoot like a mere cockroach
We don't care about your race or creed
We just want to see you bleed
From over the hills and far away
Our reign of terror is here to stay
Shadows projected onto the sky
The corpse fires burn in the night
We've come to wash your sins away
God is not concerned with your plight
As the peasants run and scream in pain
Thunder cracks and down comes rain
The machine rolls on, greased with blood
Your end is here, in Satan's flood
