This Is War

Flint-lock alarm clock, A blooming Lotus whispers, Speaking while death knocks. Enter the Grineer, Led by their slaver captain, Vor, whom they revere. Servant to his Queens, Seeking hope for his clone race, Corrupted by greed. Pure vampiric thirst, Stalking sacred metal crypts, For our holy blood. To be clapped in chains, Seconds after waking is, A harsh good morning. My power's severed, Soft as a petal she stirs, Polarizing shifts. Tingling fingertips, An awakening occurs, Underneath my skin. When my hands extend, The earth quivers before me, Laws of physics yield. Between explosions, And a daring escape plan, I find my freedom. My own dingy ship, At least I have a first mate, Ordis and his...friend. Soundless we wander, Waging war for the Tenos, At Lotus's command. Vor's campaign will end, By the hands of gravity, Tremble before me.