When the times comes,
that drinkable water is a thing of the past,
the politicians and their police won’t last.
When electricity and safety are a thing of lore,
men fears again for what natures has in store,
when obedience and chivalry have become a bore.
Then a great army of beasts will amass,
carrying the black banner with the circled A.
They will pillage, maim, murder and commit acts of sexual violence at their pleasure,
there atrocities will not now any measure.
For order only lasts when there is hope,
the wicked dangling on a rope.
No, more of that, everything goes.
You like a house, then take it.
By right of strongest it is yours,
with blood and violence,
the lost innocence.
There will be no way back,
In the distant sings a skylark,
the sun, bloody red goes under,
people give in to the cravings and their hunger.
Look at that proud humanity,
not for away of insanity and depravity.
None will come to their aid,
therefor it’s too late.
The chief of police was murdered,
with his whole battalion,
army has fallen,
overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the man-beast.
The only light the cooking lights as they dine feast.
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