Lost on a voyage with no destiny,
Forgotten original ideology.
generations born and died,
Their intentions misplaced through time,
Another world falls to its knees,
With vast contempt your hatred breads,
Nothing left for us to slaughter
Annihilation achieved
Where next to conquer?
Civilisations of the past'
Faced attrition now ripped apart,
Moving onwards to another war,
Into battle to die once more.
An endless spiral of depravity,
Mankind's journey throughout infinity.
Where next to conquer?

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