We Are Coming!

Unit of Steel

The Warriors are coming... Hide between the rocks and don't make a sound. This unit of steal will bury you alive if you are found. Silence little one don't catch the attention of these metal men, iron to iron the clinking of a walking iron den.

They besiege and incapacitate, tearing through flesh and bone as they salivate. There is death in their eyes that resonates fear, they sniff the air and smell trepidation emitting from the boulders up in the hemisphere.

Don't let them see you, make no movement don't let them hear you. They know you are there, draw your weapon, go ahead and act foolish if you dare. These lions were young cubs who were neglected and shun, now they walk the earth scavenging for victims that fail to run.

Are you fast enough? you can make it if you cross the valley, Don't let your feet waiver before you reach the alley.
These men drink blood and chew on bone, beasts that scan the horizon like a drone. They take no prisoners only cubs as recruits, standing helplessly clutching their eyes closed with their dirty hands.

They know that little boys are neglected on these lands.
They train them and turn them into ruthless gods and metal armoured killers, a rebellious army with spears as antennae and arrows as feelers.
look at their faces see the scars of war they continue to win. Angry and emotionless men that have become pervious to sin.

Closing your eyes won't make them disappear, month after month and year after year they always reappear. The smallest of the troop hold the front and the men without souls stand firm at the rear.

The rivers are to wide, the fleeing victims are drowning, silence little one don't make a sound the warriors are coming.