Sharpened Rust

Bloodlust tendencies wrapped in a sugar coated shell.
Laying deceit at every turn so victory is assured.
Case in point is such a lie when all that exists are schemes.

Sever hope from reality to leave prosperity a dream.
Throw feints to disguise when a strike will come.
Siphon purity until the writing of a perfect ending.

Miasma fog.
Clouding integrity.
Sharpened rust.
Flogging self-righteously.

While beneath this surface something does grow.
Slash progress with a terrifying blow.

Torment fermented in harrowing days ahead.
In a spiral civilization continues to travel.
Watch as disaster increases frequency of this decline.

Speaking directly it is all far too late to avert.
Violence is beyond a shadow of a doubt innate.
Termination is the culmination of what awaits.