1. VICTIMS OF CONQUEST

Merciless decline
Of a native population
The edge of time awaits their move
But honor has forbidden them
Through tools of different strengths
Conquest extinguishes the life
Tongues of leaders are tied by force
Anxiously awaiting their own bloodshed

Endlessly infesting
And changing how the past is viewed
When history is broken from it’s roots
We are made victims of conquest

Resources taken
And their culture stripped away
But behind the dark curtain
Insubordination grows
As they prepare to die
They make their last request known
To a fight to end the voice
That had brought them ruin

Into the abscess of which they create
And tear apart which doesn’t lead into their ways

Fight to see your future grow beyond the dirt
Before the Master decides it’s done