spread the word
we, who you shall never see
have landed on your grieving
and poorly sculpted land
we, who you shall always seek
have taken our mighty tools with us
a humankind worth

to patch up the bursted leaks
from the excess bloods
that you have spilled for us
to stomp down the shielding walls
that you have built for us
against all those infidels

no more impotent convictions
you may ring the bells
now that we are here
the indomitable truth shall be proclaimed

for every single cell
of you chapped skins
will bow down, knee-deep
among the carcasses of the self-appointed saints
and deeper and deeper

until you hear the wind of desolation
rampaging over our seas
and your ridding threnodies
in the hallways of the earth