Liaro

On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a bombed city,
the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges.
I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack
on the non-combatants, pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst.

The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being
fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development
were wiped out in a single blundering instant.

Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes, captives fill the breeding hive
Desecrate their sovereign world, bloated, bloody, drunken churl
Cultures crumble, races die, stench of midgets fill the sky
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch, pretty soon we'll break for lunch

Later, as we flew through deep space, ritually disemboweling our victims
The navigator informed us that we attacked the wrong planet.
Hahaha.






















"Only the paranoid survive."