Revolution

Dark clouds to hold god's darker creatures,

Free from blame, consequence and action...

Within their grip lay broken bodies,

Within their grasp are pools of blood.

A race so different than humans imagine

A life so dark and so void of reason,

No purpose left, no joy in misery

And in their grip, the enemy will fall.

You listen now to the rhythm of their war drums

And pray again to your deafer gods...

No reason for forgiveness...

These creatures are more than what you are.

Time to lock them inside your cages,

Force them to submission,

Beat out their defiance,

Tie them with your collars,

And watch them fight back.

Don't let them escape, 

Because they'll be your death.