Thursday, February 03, 2005

number two

To the victors go the spoils. We wage war for gold, silver, and shining stones; the sparkling jewels of our imagination. For land, for women, for oil or water; strength is the key as the strong slay the week. We march over broken hills, and across blackened plains. Hypocrisy in disguise is destruction unnamed. Under tattered banners of justice we will paint the sky red. To eyes full of greed, the stars will shine like rubies; new gems to conquer and covet. Fixated on the heavens, we will lay waste to the earth. We are the weapons of mass destruction.