Line em up and let em go.
Knock us around.
For nothing is owed.
State of being divided in our tomb.
Wind around these corridors.
Restart to renew.
What came before may not come round again.
Spitting out disbelief.
Words unspoken.
This is the omen yet to break.
Old version in a new state.
Confounding me.
Battered I continue to crawl on broken knees.
Struggling to conquer.
Torn asunder.
Termination has become the symptom.
Breathing is the disease.
Limited to observation.
Pulled from safety and thrust into wartime grief!
Lies have been told.
Honesty in shreds.
Damaged cargo.
Gutted by those meant to serve as protection.
Sacrificed for glory.
Squandered token.
Lined em up and let em go.
Wolves amongst sheep.
Tearing limb from limb.
We are owed!