The Prophecy
James Mendez
Living under a constant fear
Machines; Artillery; Cyborgs with gear
Living now as you may see
That was then; this is misery
Fully equipped here they come
They can't be stopped
Only the strong survive; and the weak shall perish
In the end, you will find that nothing's sane here
War
Constant battle
Total destruction
Only the strong survive; and the weak shall perish
In the end, you will find that nothing's sane here
A living hell
Man-made machines built for war
Killing machines that can ignore
The pain; feelings; anything
That could be from human beings
