of nothing no one wants.
a blank canvas.
an empty sky
a dead moon

the silent tree falling
the thoughtless creatures chewing their meat
burying their dead and birthing anew
continuing the ritual of the mutated parasite of life

round up the victims
cheer on the victors
rewrite the passages of histories way
spill the blood as our cups runneth over.

moments paused
messages sealed
orders received
kill them all
don't leave anything for the dead

and so it continues
within this circle of doom
we plot our demise
and walk in stride