Zero Hour

The future holds only pain and death
As all the nations collide
A massive conflict, led by warlords
A struggle for control
Enemy weapons are in position
Prepared for genocide
Armed platoons await their orders
To begin their strike
Approaching the final countdown
The entire world holds its breath
The plains of earth — covered with soldiers
Geared up for the first attack
Bombs break the silence, the missiles are launched
The armies explode into battle
Firing of guns, crack open the sky
Releasing a volley of bullets
Shredding the flesh — puppets of death
Building a mound of dead bodies
Nuclear warheads falling with power
This is the Zero Hour
Emptiness creeps over individuals
Fearing for their lives
Politicians are safe from battle
Unseen and fortified
Implementing this plague of destruction —
The ones who swore to protect
Only profits will be left remaining
After the Earth’s death
Cruel and cunning was their method
The worst illusion of all time
Terrorised into warfare
Fighting for the warlords' shrine
Bombs break the silence, the missiles are launched
The armies explode into battle
Firing of guns, crack open the sky
Releasing a volley of bullets
Shredding the flesh — puppets of death
Building a mound of dead bodies
Nuclear warheads falling with power
This is the Zero Hour
Into the fire, the armies tread filled with fear
The napalm strikes burning all the forests near
Explosions cry as RPG’s go soaring by
Mutilate the brothers we didn’t know we hate
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