Decay, rot, and an unlikely desire to be,
Infest a land previously green.
Where there is a stump, used to be a tree,
Charred and destroyed, by an ultimate fiend.

Twisting, straining, wrenching,
Its force growing more intensely.
Its master has come, the bonds are tearing,
Its power, surging all to excesively.

Men take the field confident and proud.
Cannons roll across dead land.
Screams ring out, triumphantly loud.
The beast grows restless, the time is at hand

Releasing its wrath for all to feel,
Tumbling forward, consuming all.
Cannons are destroyed, faces peel.
Terror relishes man's downfall.

None shall live to face the waste,
Which was unleashed forever undebated.
Agent Orange, delivered in haste,
Left to float among the corpses it created.

GenoCide [VOiD]