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The Future is now | Profits from mutilation | A Monopoly on murder The sky abound with hunters | The future of warfare is now Zero survival chances | They know where you hide Rewriting doctrinal practice rapidly | The option to flee has been removed entirely Manufacturing annihilation | At the mercy of dozens of eyes above Too paranoid to see for yourself | You have been found Valor and honor ignored | Demortalized and promptly tossed aside Technological improvisation now occurs down the line Military masterminds have crafted a near perfect solution to slow the march of jilted crusaders Endless eyes up in the sky | Ordinance rains upon hordes sent to die They stalk, and kill, and kill | This rise in enhanced lethality shall change the world None could have prepared for this | Bleak attempts at survival end Dismantled men no longer resolute | Sheer panic has taken hold Every man for him-fucking-self | Brotherhood deserted Hunter-killer pairs closing in | Escape impossible The final moments leading up to their deaths are spent running in terror Compulsion leads to collapse | Entire groups are made short work of Hovering above the maimed to ensure confirmation A never ending sequence of atrocious and calamitous iniquities Evaporated, obfuscated | Manifestation of apathy The consequences are ignored | Ramped up production quotas In high demand are these murder machines Disrupted offensives | Wasted logistics Death saturated battlefields | No man's land Trapped in no man's land | Mechanical chaos A product and master craft of the maddest scientist Perverted sacrifices are subject to militaristic, sadistic field testing
