The Birds of Prey;

For what they really are and will be

The Birds of Prey circle above

Death shall come upon our land

No mere nightingale nor little dove

To touch us with its lethal hand

To mock and scorn what we have done

To eat our spoils and leave behind

A broken husk, its essence gone

As blank and empty as the mind

Strong as we are, our faith shall falter

We cannot deny them our succulent meat

All we give them does not matter

Nothing can undo this predestined defeat

To pluck out our eyes and leave us blind

So we may not see their terrible form

And rob us of reason so we may not find

Shelter from the gathering storm

To devour our ears so we may not hear

Their whispers of a triumphant shout

Deafness is blessed so we needn't fear

The stillness of a credible doubt

To reave our tongues so we may not speak

A blasphemous word of this vile faction

Nothing to say but our future is bleak

And they merely await our reaction

Reduced to the shell of a pitiful mute

For we have lost the power of Voice

Forever condemned to watch resolute

As Birds of Prey revel and rejoice

To shatter our lungs so we may not draw breath

And crush our neck so we may suffer more

All is lost in this sudden death

Vanquishing hope to its true core

To rupture our hearts in guiltless remorse

So we may no longer open love's door

Killing emotion at its very source

Intimate passions ignited no more

To sever our limbs and keep us restrained

No one shall hear our tortured cries

Festering corpses are all that remained

In this land of oppression and lies

What good can come of this wretched disgrace?

Now to do a silent lament

For all that remains in this desolate place

But weep to our heart's content

Why were we sentenced to suffer this hell?

What have we done to deserve it?

We cannot divine what our futures foretell

But we strive to conquer and claim it.