The Future is now
Profits from mutilation
A Monopoly on murder
The sky abound with hunters
The future of warfare is now
Zero survival chances
They know where you hide
Rewriting doctrinal practice rapidly
The option to flee has been removed entirely
Manufacturing annihilation
At the mercy of dozens of eyes above
Too paranoid to see for yourself
You have been found
Valor and honor ignored
Demortalized and promptly tossed aside
Technological improvisation now occurs down the line
Military masterminds have crafted a near perfect solution to slow the march of jilted crusaders
Endless eyes up in the sky
Ordinance rains upon hordes sent to die
They stalk, and kill, and kill
This rise in enhanced lethality shall change the world
None could have prepared for this
Bleak attempts at survival end
Dismantled men no longer resolute
Sheer panic has taken hold
Every man for him-fucking-self
Brotherhood deserted
Hunter-killer pairs closing in
Escape impossible
The final moments leading up to their deaths are spent running in terror
Compulsion leads to collapse
Entire groups are made short work of
Hovering above the maimed to ensure confirmation
A never ending sequence of atrocious and calamitous iniquities
Evaporated, obfuscated
Manifestation of apathy
The consequences are ignored
Ramped up production quotas
In high demand are these murder machines
Disrupted offensives | Wasted logistics
Death saturated battlefields
No man's land
Trapped in no man's land
Mechanical chaos
A product and master craft of the maddest scientist
Perverted sacrifices are subject to militaristic, sadistic field testing
