Forsaken in vestiges Dispersed amongst swarming multitudes Regrouped, awaiting retaliation Desultory vengeance, swift but overcome Senses heightened, survival precedes morality... The many nomads, the mob of the last man Strode furious upon black festering ground At lone figures, in the great theater of war Readied for deaths will... Corralled in rot, gasping under flesh tombs Feet sodden, drenched in foe and comrade blood Folly subsides, beset by desperation Cornered rats with teeth bared Hopelessness dispatched, it matters not who lives or dies The action in strife, brings purity of soul Execution of the will to death defiant An upsurgence of righteous violence... As the hunter stalks a savage landscape... As the quarry ignorant to its doom Perpetual victimisation Axiom of reptile brain...