Pale Horse - Far West Battlefront

Life has been your imprisonment

Death is the only release

Sunless worlds know all too well

The will of the purveyor of despair

The morose gods shan’t intervene

To save what is already lost

There will be no warning

There will be no fucking time for you to run away

There will be no burial

No obituary

Dissipate and fate away

All life upon this forsaken world

Will witness the horror

Of kinetic bombardment

The cataclysm they face

There won’t be a light

They will not mourn for you

Bestowed the cold hands of impunity

A supreme being

Divine retribution is descending upon me

So far gone

Repudiated entirely

You’ll find forgiveness in death

But they will not mourn for you

I would let billions die

To rid this place of disease

I would let billions die

To rid this place of one infectious seed

You instead of me