the battle of yaldabaoth

the battle had barely begun before bodies

like mountains

piled up toward the sun

blood flows like a flood

crimson mud washes over the land where civilization once stood

all the while

the war rages on

the weak fall quickly to the mighty and strong

and they wail as they fail to withstand the cataclysmic defeat that has been brought upon

fantasised genocide

imperial subdivide

humanoid pesticide

indiscriminate fratricide

a war of filth and harrowed souls

with none left living once the battle unfolds

the trees only allow a peak of light

a glimmer of hope

rip them limb from limb from limb"