Can you hear it in the distance?
The sounds of darkness approach
Tap tappy tap like morse code
Such tiny evil, barely perceptible
Is it imagination?
Drums, unmistakable
Boots on the ground, marching
Trumpets blowing, we fear
We are a peace loving people
We are not prepared for this
Ominous, our hearts melt within us
Giants emerge, wielding weapons
We run, they chase
Our steps shorter than their Goliath strides
Trapped
We are martyred
Blows crash down upon our heads
A dagger through the eyes
They are not playing
Limbs sliced off
Harsh, human brutality
Man as animals tear flesh for fun
Thunder comes from their mouths, no laughter
Full frontal assault, relentless
Intense virago, their sex betrayed
Piercing, screaming
They do not know us
Yet they hate us
They are bent on conquest
World domination
Blood soaks into the ground
We are fallen
It is quiet
Death’s silence
Death’s orgy still
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