I can see the skies growing dark
The War Machine will leave its mark
Bearers of Death fall from the sky
Taking their turns to watch Man die
Hate will spread its volatile ways
Anger leads only to decay
As Gaia's blood flows from her heart
Her children tear themselves apart
When naught is left but blood and stones
And vultures come to pick the bones
When up above, the angels weep
And down below, the lifeblood seeps
The Ferryman will take his tolls
And Styx will drink its fill of souls
The Earth screams as its blood is drawn
And as the Kings kill off their pawns
Those above who establish rules
Take those below for blinded fools
They convey their False Intentions
Lies are Man's Greatest Invention
It's only Murder that they'll sell
Can you help me escape this Hell?

Very interesting Panemic. This piece has a ton of meaning to it. Keep up the good work.