Missile Frenzy


When the grey smoke clears

and I've lost all my fears

the explosions echoing silent

I'll pop out of my trench

broken bones all blood drenched

remembering why my minds' rent.

I'll reload my stolen gun

gaze through a blackened sun

and trek through no mans land

where the children have fallen

machine guns done their maulin

peeling off my slavers' brand.

I dont know what I fight for

at the end I'll remain poor

enriched only be my nightmares

these eyes refuse to close

as the acrid wind blows

whispering not to fight fair.

As the grey fog creeps

a robotic arial fleet

is summoned from the haze

their eyes all rain death

stealing away ragged breaths

to rule the future's coming days.

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