KJUD, my son is dead.
Stamped on by human strides.
He felt no pain.
Without any emotions.
Anaesthelized by the virus.
That soldier died before my eyes.
Progressing as a robot under the enemy's gunshots.
The machine was in him, he had anymore soul.
Burning Metropolis
My son killed his own brothers just before me.
Mechanically.
With no remorse, no bitterness.
His b***** gun rests on his still warm body.
Should I have to be sad or relieved ?
He was just a shadow : a DRONE,
Staying lost on this field of death with citizen's
And shadow's bodies around me.
All united in the beginning but all decimated now.
The cobalt hope has disappeared.
Those weigthy red clouds stop upon me.
The REPLIKA supremacy initialises.
Burning Metropolis
Stamped on by human strides.
He felt no pain.
Without any emotions.
Anaesthelized by the virus.
That soldier died before my eyes.
Progressing as a robot under the enemy's gunshots.
The machine was in him, he had anymore soul.
Burning Metropolis
My son killed his own brothers just before me.
Mechanically.
With no remorse, no bitterness.
His b***** gun rests on his still warm body.
Should I have to be sad or relieved ?
He was just a shadow : a DRONE,
Staying lost on this field of death with citizen's
And shadow's bodies around me.
All united in the beginning but all decimated now.
The cobalt hope has disappeared.
Those weigthy red clouds stop upon me.
The REPLIKA supremacy initialises.
Burning Metropolis