"An Ode full of Portents," (The Valkyries Cometh).

Blindly walk you like sheep

towards the slaughter that's
coming to consume you
That's already here, which
you could see if your minds
weren't already dumbed to
the truth

But you eat of the poison
that's being spoon-fed to
you, never stopping to ask
why they're taking away
everything that once made
you, you

Do you think that they care
if you're indifferent
Fuck no
That just makes it easier for
them to control your minds
when you listen to every
wind that blows

A good general looks for the
weakest point in his enemies
armor through which to
attack and this countries was
found in its willingness to
sleep with every bird that will
lay it on its back

It was inevitable that a day
of reckoning would come
All defenses are down and the
enemy is coming-in like a flood

The irreparable damage has
been done and the adverse
mentality out-numbers us a
hundred to one

The balances are tipping in the
favor of a victor but not the one
who has been for the last 250
years
It's a war of Ideology and
survival and the theater is being
set for a show-down that none
before will rival

This poem isn't to dis-hearten
but to inform and to let it be known
before it happens that you've
been warned