| : 9 . 8 : and so it goes ... into history into the minds of the masses a vision a prophecy of sincere destruction of suffering & martyrdom of war poetry of trance-formation of revenge & defiance we, the pain killers the self liberators freed slaves fresh from the Farm screaming vengeance to our fugitive gods burning in the vacant day escaping into the growing Night we, the conquerors and noble pagans and peasants minds high eyes wide hungry for more nothing can ever be the same again frendz, soldiers, enemies ....... welcome to the war. |