It's 2044, the apocalyptic trangressions and tribulations are near culmination. These are the live accounts and thoughts running through a member of the WarlOrds as the world finally begins to mutate and crumble..............



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In corridors hidden...duckin ills that corrode my spirit..
A sharp mind trying to escape eyes til' corneas splitting..
Thwarting a system, who pride in mourning of Christians..
Horrific visions of demons, and I warning my children..
Flashes of innocent men with their backs torn in prison..
Umbilical chord, world poisoned, I was born a victim..
Another lie to the soul...I was healthy, born a sinner..
The War of Armageddon...let's say 2044's the ending..
Cannibals roam outside...I see my door is bending..
They intrude...lights gleam as my swords are swinging..
They lie strewn...with their flesh drippin off the hinges..
I step outside...choking off decayed organ stenches..
The Earth's barren...once flourished orchards? empty..
For four years I eat rats...while I roam the trenches..
Body's weakening...I'm finally caught by henchmen..
Who teeth my flesh, then begin to assault my vision..
My exodus concludes...the beasts gorged my remnants..
I erode to sediment...the truth to the gory ending..
Is my soul will elevate...to live with the Lord infinite..

Peace To My Fam...The Warlords...
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