Fall of The Imperial Solider

Have you heard? The empire is an illusion
Do you know cartography? It’s the architecture of desire

“This land is your land,” oh, how imperialists conspire
The human form has no dominion

Fear incarnate, distortions universal
Commands you can follow, pain you must inflict

Who is the victim here? Those who dare contradict
Freedom to covet, freedom to steal, we go full arsenal

The fangs of justice bite into blood
White faces blend into a single sheet of terror

To bully, diminish, and ignore — all feed for the incinerator
The man machine, the manual for making a stud

Chem spray for the curly weave
Command and conform, heritage not hate

Vile mold does easily incubate
The sewage seeps and corrodes, be it hard to conceive

“Get down, turn around, do not speak”
Beneath the armor, behind the gun, a boy in amber

“Fall you defiant fool, feel the force of my timber”
In muscle we trust, in this we are not unique