Not long left

It comes down to us
We are the one’s
We have to be
The silent guns
Around us we have many who
Will shoot and kill
Thats what they do

Many guns aimed at the sky
Beaters flushing we know why
A cloud of souls escape to be
Targets leaden to rot
And we
Musn’t join that avid throng
The toffs now clad
In their barbour’s long
And their 12 bore shot guns
Belching lead
All of them now good and dead

The hunter men and women too
They lapsed and fell in the swamp
A few
Dressed to kill the Nugent set
Now in everybody’s debt
The Walter Palmer’s of this world
Into their maelstrom they have hurled
Their crossbows and their shot guns and
Slaughtered the big game out of hand
Petted harvested blood lions they
Were farmed in an inglorious way
Tainted by humans softened so
To be shot and killed
Thats how low

The hunter types TROPHY and canned
Really its all got out of hand
We steal the wild souls habitat
And we murder the others and live off their fat
Thats what we are doing and at this rate
Soon we will know the extinct date

When all the earthlings die a death
When all of us forsake the breath
That we all need to take to be
Alive into eternity
Is that our endowment that in our time
Every creature who did ever climb
Into its own and become a soul
Due to us has lost all control

We abused ourselves and all creatures and they
Many of them just fell away
In our food or on our feet or on our bodies
We were never discreet
Slaughterhouses worked night and day
Trillions of animals killed they say
Old and young our true brute force
Clearly was just so on course

And now there’s only us around
The NWO and a few abound
Many have died trapped and killed
Poisoned and made sick and in the ground
Heaps of graves are everywhere
Growing tall hills of despair
Jumbled graves of broken souls
Their skulls littered with worm holes

Vaccinated to death the law
Everybody rich or poor
BIG pharma really did its stuff
And in the frack towns just a puff
Of methane and a ball of fire
That reduced those left
As the flames got higher

Extinction the order of the day
Where most of the earthlings alive must pay
A few holed up in the countryside
The protesting class not to be denied
Outlaws of the new regime
Fighting to live out their dream