Close your eyes.
Take some time,
Are you feelin fine?
Beginning to unwind...
Be there battles,
Cries of ancient pains.
These lands arent ours to claim.
Dissention, rebellions and shame,
The fatal flaws of power...
The illusions it contains.
What do you want from our fileds of grain?
Or our mineral rich soils...
Dirt cheap oil. Taking leave with barrels...
If so prepare to do battle.
Cast the lands you walk asunder,
Pay attention...catch the thunder.
Be careful once ye ponder,
Rein in your thoughts of yonder.