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Amid the recurring batter of weapons

Epoch of Methodic Carnage

Muffled, but unmistakable sound

Epoch of Methodic Carnage

Human cries from the far edge of reason

Epoch of Methodic Carnage

Merging with the last echoes of another blast

Epoch of Methodic Carnage

Receding, leaving emptiness quickly filled again

With hammering of automatic weaponry

Sputtering beyond the last stronghold's walls

Toward a vanguard armed with ample hatred

Overwhelming and persuasive, just like a drug

The pummel of shells coming over in profusion

Whom shockwaves seem closer each time

The sky commences pouring death pounding the earth

Sounds of great storms compacted in successive instants

Reverberating ferocious tolling noises throbbing skulls

While ranks of buildings hastily eave in

Breaching invaders storming through

Gutted walls as jagged as broken bones

Vast deaf blind mobs of hate knowing no fear

Millions of darting projectiles finding harbor

Through flesh biting away at stricken bodies

Stoically accepting the pain of their failures

Raging crossifre sweeping figures off their feet

Guns methodically building up barriers of corpses

Brethren climbing  over dead towards martyrdom

Disease gnawing its way through population

As strewn corpses lay broken on the ground

All bearing agonized postures of endured torment

Human flotsam crushed by grunting heavy armor

Trenching open another corpses bowels

In a thousand years the earths ground will still stink of death

While main guns pulse towards a counterfeit victory