Reality check

Red liquids soak the ground
Men loose it all to defy you
Their families gain the word
All they have lived for
It’s all gone

Rebellion on rebellion
A new high to reap in the profits

Numbers decide the battle
Technology brings horror
Hands, feet, eyes, tongues, lost to the corpse
All there is the sound
The screams

Blood eagle soars high
As humans begin their red feast
Inherent cruelty makes them choke

Farms of fire
Streets paved in blood
Death on our hands
The smell attracts the rats

Land is put back hundreds of years
Perpetual anarchy
All for the dream of a fallen warrior