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They try to threaten our existence
With fire and intimidation
To threaten our way of life, but I will not live in fear
If t’s war you want, then war you will receive
My vow to destroy mine enemies, shall breed your last breath
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There is no book, there is no god to beg
To spare you from the consequences
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Aggression, our only link to our past
Those who will smite history, severed and smashed
The death of compassion at the birthing of power
Who shall inherit the earth, shall refuse in the end
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This species was not meant to encounter
The grip of technology, flourishing power
Creating a species of frivolous cowards
Yet they all will regress to their knees on the hour
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War: narcotic of the malevolent.
Aphrodisiac to the impure.
Reward of treacherous mutiny.
Betrayal of all. Not just an end, but a means.
Like the theocratic monarchies of yesterday.
Over the maniacally slaughtered remains of those who defy ignorance.
Openly eviscerating those who would not deify them.
Dream I, that one day the weak shall not dominate the strong.
Behold: the new messiah of tyranny.
Upon his talons rests the blood of the innocent.
Surrounding those few, those without bended knees.
Honor will die with us.
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C. Allen Thompson – 2005
A Carnival of Fables 