31 October, 1975
Power conscious mania,
Gripping the Holy Race,
Start to turn the treadmills,
Of war and other hate.
Destroying the other races,
For minerals and their lands,
With their deadly Holy maces,
Which cut out their life giving glands,
Strategic military wins,
Destroy the populace,
It’s also the end of the race’s kins,
Who where to be born into the rat race.
Now the world is desolate,
The races have been destroyed,
Because the war ended to late,
To save the life that’s been destroyed.
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