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Moonlit faces - ghostly white |
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Robed in midnight leather |
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Death - heads adorn their necks |
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But they have lived forever. |
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Malign, nocturnal predators |
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In search of human cattle |
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Drawn toward their anguished cries |
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Drowned by machine gun rattle. |
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Compassionless as mortals die |
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They feed as we lie sleeping |
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To our otherworldly overlords |
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We are a harvest for the reaping. |
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He said "Hush my child, please don't fight Your faith is no salvation Which is worse - a fatal kiss Or slow asphyxiation? I must eat so you must die This is the natural order Lambs to the slaughter." |
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Huddled in their barbed wire pens |
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These frightened rabbits cower |
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What shortlived comfort daylight brings |
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The jaws of night devour |
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Shadowed by their twisted cross |
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They take their seats to dine |
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Gorge themselves upon the blood |
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Of the last of |
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Davids line |
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While outside in the frosty dawn |
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Cold sentries dare not wonder why |
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When daybreak brings the reveille |
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Their officers in slumber lie? |
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She cried "Holy Father save the children Of your chosen nation From the dead that walk this earth (living abominations) We cannot fight what can't be killed Only the strong survive... And evil never dies." |
