Overlord

Helmeted and vested troops run parallel to the sewers.
Swarms of tanks approach the city limits.
A minute of sinister anticipation as mortars are mounted and rocket tragectories are adjusted.
"Craaack!" The chambers let loose and the city bathes in fire.
The overlord´s stomach groans as he witnesses the carnage, next to his diabolical general.
Washing the streets in bullets and loud popping shrapnel.
The overlord´s grin fills his face, as if it were empty before.
His mind a mechanism of control.
In his temples where he radiates dangerous lies.
In his troops who hit the frontline to consume it or die.
Lands washed colourless through industry and modern warfare.
The overlord´s laughter shrill and swift like a mounted heavy machine gun.
Knowing the deeds he´s carved into man have tainted them and given them little space for redemption.