Part 05

Part 05 War is a sadistic master eating your food and wearing your clothes It will take everything you have and leave you with nothing It will break your bones your teeth your heart You will be reduced to nothing less than nothing with morbid grace there is always more to take always more to exploit more to destroy Our masters play games and line up all their pieces The clever boys make plans on big maps The long game to ensure survival I've heard it all before The War Master never sleeps only schemes in the soup Stirring the warm broth of lies greed and hate Lapping at full bowls we demand more! a sick smell is in the air industrial metals run hot refining molten lava churning out parts of the Machine