Bloodshed on a battlefield of a battle fought upon a star, The calls of death and mourning, Feeling that all hope is far, You cry out a shrill warning. Can you smell the rot and decay? I can smell the burning flesh. A moments smile of dismay As you’re caged by iron-mesh.
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Day of Death
She knew they would come for her. Locked up inside, she dare not go outside. This Earth was not the place for her, she did not belong. She awaited the destructors of Earth. A winged whore, waiting to destroy all life for the benefit of Evil.