World Conquest

I breathe the air of war as I walk down the plank of fortune.
My soldiers are preparing for battle it's their world left to fight for.
No stopping, no mercy God bless me for I have sinned.
Listen to the vultures preying on the vanquished.
The end of days has swept in for the multitudes.
My battle cry and mad laughter will never be silenced.
Run and hide it's your ignorance that confines you to solitude.
Never again will I pity the fool or help the ignorant.
It's now or never, let's fight for glory and the win.
Together in haste our dreams will be reality.
The deep facade of ownership has expired,
However my soul will forever search for justice.
The moon howls and screams as the soldiers dance in the shadows.
The gods look down in utter dismay as I challenge their authority.
No man or beast can rip my soul away.
Respecting the demons perching to strike, the mist settles in.
The darkness begins to consume the light but my third eye will forever see.
"Destroy" uttered Satan as his troops charged the gate.
Then suddenly from the sky flickered a note and an angel spoke.
"Sir you have ignored God so he will ignore you"
The Devil is pleased, he believes this to be our last hour.
My mind dances and I feel the earthquakes take hold.
Armageddon is swiftly approaching and its magnitude seems daunting.
Tsunami's, fire, and avalanches soon unfold but we are still ready to fight.
Creating order out of chaos is my motto and for centuries I have prepared.
Pursuing glory is essential to understand how to survive and thrive.
Escaping the realm of reality it's time to brawl.
I have no limits to lead these warriors into battle.
For too long we have been deceived and manipulated.
The last of our kind we use our minds for unparalleled strength.
We have utter faith in our destiny.
We use the powers of the universe to fight the demons from the pits of hell.
Only a free mind can fight the way of the Berserker.
As we violently clash with the enemy we push them back.
We are severely outnumbered but never outplayed.
Swiftly we pursue and with the fists of boulders we conquer.
Deeper and deeper we chase the demons until we enter a new realm.
This realm of evil believes in dimensional fate and unleashes its fury.
Weakening, I stumble but this is the day of no return.
Our minds are energized by the spirits of Venus.
Free spirits are rare these days as they refresh the vigor of battle.
Hell does not allow for victory as the end times near.
Concentrating, only I enter the next plain of ultimate equality.
Here two mad men fight to the death.
The clock has expired and still I stand.
Nothing can distract my focus.
A new page turns and with my sword I write.
The battle has been won but the war rages on.