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As the last bell tolls
And tanks start to roll
Sound of cannons firing
With the silence of death dripping
Fusillade starting
Futillade ending
Futile efforts to promote our cause


Metallic guns bring the fire
Slayer of all your men
Like Anthrax trapped within
Raining death like never has been
Death will certainly win
Oh when will we see the end?

Fired off words
Intoxicated swords
Oblivious on how to handle the throne
The gun shot off, but never honed
The empire collapsed from within
With justice for all your only good idea
While the masters taken by thor's hammer

Bad management
Unending relinquishment
never understood the cause
to act a shield and not a sword
Not knowing how to pronounce the word
That describes your most deadly horde
Although you have come a long way
From your whiskey and cocaine days
Though I do believe you still have the haze

Metallic guns bring the fire
Slayer of all your men
Like Anthrax trapped within
Raining death like never has been
Death will certainly win
Oh when will we see the end?
As the days go by and we see no bend
Constant offence with no intent to defend
The tanks still roll
All while the last bell tolls

*Note* I created the word futillade myself, by combining the word fusillade (a rapid succesion of fired guns) and futile (meaning to have no useful result). So a futillade is a bunch of firearms fired a rapid succesion having no useful result.
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Divinecrossfire...

Epic post. Wish I could say more, but I don't know much about the subconscious and other psychological stuff.
#2
Metallic guns bring the fire
Slayer of all your men
Like Anthrax trapped within
Raining death like never has been
Death will certainly win

Metallica, Slayer, Anthrax and Death? That's alotta metal!