The Gathering Storm
The winds of war are starting to howl,
rumors of war beginning to spread even now
Emissaries of governments speak lies at negotiating tables,
full of vomit of distrust ...
as the gathering storm blow those past crushed bones of dust
into the roiling air
Fear mongers go down into hidden, subterranean installations
to prepare
for the looming destruction that will rain from the air
Death don't care
how many bodies will be littered
on the ground everywhere
The foul wind begins to blow from the gathering storm
Merchants of war congregate in their smoke-filled,
dark boardrooms ...
Dividing the spoils from the soon-to-be laid waste lands,
and the vomiting of distrust begins again
Territorial maps will be shifting with the wind,
as multi-national corporations confess their inside trading sins
to their false profits and false gods
Baleful winds of destruction is howling at the door
The gathering storm of war has arrived
upon the shore once more
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