Circle of Life -
by Erik Smith
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The
hums of the propellers
The creaking as the doors open
A dark blanket falls from the sky
Everybody runs to hide
Buildings
and geldings churn and explode
Birds and children burst apart and die
Falling debris darken the country
Demons landing to join the party
A
day goes by the demons forget
The victims now have nothing left
The evil people count their cash
The targeted now dig for scraps
Years go by the bombed ones grow
The massive dark culture bombed much more
But the forgotten nation grows and grows
And from the past they're plowing through
Treaties with everyone, they grow so strong
Grouped together they've waited so long
Out from the dark they rumbled so loud
And picked and chipped at the twisted forces
Then hit them so hard from every direction
Millions of warriors surround their lands
Huge groups of aircrafts take over the skies
Missiles from ships set the shores on fire
The demons surprised they throw up their hands
Tanks
roll over the lines
Plowing the path for the troops to move in
Picking away some flesh before the bombers devour
Revenge towards the world's former superpower
Years
down the road still so many slaves
Tied to stone walls they've repented again
Victims now slavers they whip them in rage
Hate and greed now form their cage
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