Emissaries

Hostile! Hostile is the planet that we live on. Built on systems of rage before we were born. This world where enemies are torn. The birth abuses these broken truces we will be reborn, crowned with a head of thorns. Hostile breed emissaries hell-bent on overcrowding cemeteries. Where truth and lies are dead and buried. Hostile, breeding faith-misleading birth of a new century. Pitched in battle the war birds' rattle spitting their death down on the streets with Godspeed. Hostile breeding faith misleading birth of a new century. Pitched in battle the war birds rattle birth of a new machine. Birth of a new, a new machine. Hostile machines.