Scorched Earth

I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep under my feet, I can feel the blood seep… I keep it clean, I can feel the scorched earth weep, what have we done Dear God, this earth reeks… are the Kings playing for the throne as the destruction is nigh, the media alight I can feel this misplace holy war the suicidal tirade of adolescent apes... Burning tribes living in turmoil long are the days on this fleeting earth the righteous are holy in immaculate rebirth only to find a cinder of ash, cold at last A faltering distant earth, holy are days scorched burnt black, as attrition’s warfare breaks this crust of a lost infinite earth... I can feel it’s heartbeat, gentle rhythm creep inside my mind, I can feel the blood weep… I keep my thoughts intact I can hear this scorched earth seep, what have we done Dear God, this earth is bleak… An Orange King is enthroned, as the destruction is nigh I can feel this misplace holy war the suicidal, high.