I stand on ash and bone,
we've waged this war onto ourselves,
machines won't cower like they once did,
our flesh will rip right from our bones,
until there's nothing left but ash-
we feed in the streets like maggots,
we scrape and find bits of flesh,
is this wrong, is this wrong-
my pale face, my skin,
hasn't seen the sun,
in what seems like years,
i can barely stand,
my throat is dry,
and acid rain will burn the flesh-
of our children now-
hear the cries,
what did we do,
to deserve this?

No way can we stand,
up to the front,
this is a massacre,
I will not bare arms,
one more time,
on the battlefield,
I will not fight,
we are the cancer,
hanging in the balance,
bodies fill the trenches,
we must bow our heads-
could this be our savior,
have our prayers been answered,
save our tortured earth,
behold, usurper-
as this city burns,
I stand on ash and bone,
I clench my fists and watch,
the becoming-
welcome me my people,
as I walk on the backs of the cowards,
I am the new king,
hail the new king,
down on your knees,
hail the new king

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