I saw the future by mistake
In a dream
All the nightmares
Had come true
An orange wind blow
Through the land
Killing everyone in its way
The enemy efficient and cruel
Burned down and destroyed
Every life at hand
No more trees, no more peace
Only hatred and violence
Prevailed
The strategy was the scorched earth
Destroying everything in their way
Relentless I would say
Though they could not win anyway
Because the spirit of life
Had gone
They had to die
No matter all the money and power they had
They just died in a slower way
No one could get away
However much you would pay
4 time
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