Blown To Mist

He's just a boy
Plays with war toys
One day he'll grow up and destroy
The world

Using weapons to control
The masses whole
To control entire world
This is his goal

Satisfaction is not achieved
Till all is dead
Nuclear weapons, technology
Sky burns red

Welcome... to my kingdom of bone
Through ashen eyes i watch the world burst flame
The sky rains filth, greed, and porcine lust
As the wretched man uncreates

Standing in the ruins
Of your past existence
In the distance
You hear the blast
And the shock wave hits

World war ten
And nothing's left
You stain the ground

Only the dead will survive