In the days to come, the streets shall be stained
from corner to corner, blood soaked stone,
that no amount of rain could ever wash clean.

In the days to come, we will fall down on our knees
or the bullet in the back of our head
will take our legs out from under us.

In the days to come, sweet music shall die,
a symphony of screams and sadistic laughter
shall echo from every hill top.

In the days to come, everyone who loves
will be hounded, found, rounded up
and dragged off for the slaughter.

In the days to come, innocence will be massacred
on the alter, piled high with the limbs, and caked
with the blood of the countless butchered children's bodies.

"I've seen the future brother,
It is ******"