Carve a hole into the heart
Aim to build a whole new start
As you take aim and fire
Make sure to pray for desire
Wings of ash and insanity
A spear of hatred breeds indecency
Slice to ribbons your enemy
Bring forth the new disease
Weave into the fabric of pain
Soon the world will be dead again
Halo forged of shattered bone
The war within is your true home
Fill the grave to the top
Mass of bodies, you can’t stop
Bullets fly and bodies fall
You dream of complete control
With plans of lust and death
You crush all that have no place
Cutting tears across the face
This old curse with new disgrace
Born to rise time and time again
Eyes so cold they scare everyone
Fate runs from the vengeance
Army made from your desolation space
Simon A Jackson - Writer 