Fields of Predation - Revocation

Rigid, ordered rows of spikes metal and cold

Extend across the fields

Creating perfection within grid formation

Frigid winds blow;

exact a bitter toll

On those unfortunates condemned unto the

Steel fields of predation

Savage is the sentencing when destined to be pierced

For capital offenders this is punishment most fierce

Even a fearless man will weep and plead

At the calling of his name

No escape, the time has come

To plummet onto the plans

Justice, just a relic

In the new world forgotten

Reigning malignancy in splattered steel

The stench arises, rotten

Any will to be free

Is insurgency

Wretched destiny is impalement

Industrial wasteland is all you see;

The poor lie diseased on the pavement