Soldiers of Death

Soldiers marching in a line.
Destiny now they shall find.
Clear the path to support their Queen
over under in-between.

Don't you stop on this highway hell.
Enter ye not where ye don't dwell.
If you do you'll surely see that
limb from limb so shall you be.

Wayward man now comes their way.
Take heed these words and listen to his dismay.
His arms and legs are pulled apart
but killing him not leaves the beating of his heart.

Carrying him now upon their backs.
They lift him high to erase all his tracks.
They bring him to their mighty Queen
and use his sperm to birth their need.

Don't you dare now ask about this man.
He's one of us and knows the plan.
Dare not come to his rescue
or highway hell shall pave to you.

Randall Paul Prazuch
Copyright © 2004