It was just another day. It was just another fight. It was words strung into sentences. It was doomed to not be right. . There is something wrong with me.
Justified obliteration, no one cares anymore. The Messiah or mass murderer. No controlling who comes through the door. A culture made of cover ups. Where leprosy touch their flesh.
An Iron fist quietly sits inside the Velvet Glove. Take control, untouchable just like God above. I can't escape, wrapped in red tape, what will become of me?.
Got one chance, infiltrate them. Get it right, terminate them. The Panzers will, permeate them. Break their pride, denigrate them. And their people, retrograde them.