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[_eruesso_]

"The Neon Kids"

They blink and flash
filling Their starving pockets
with a taste of pride
and a lick of ecstasy
drinking away Their inheritance
with a side of loaned smiles
not a worry to spend.

Why should They care
why should They listen
to a pitiful plea
from the paralyzed peasants
that line the capitol's market squares.
We, the miserable magots,
feed on the up-and-comings,
born from the wars that our fathers
had sent us to conquer the pagans
and their damn gang of Neon Kids.
We failed in our missions
returning limping, begging, pleading
for a slice of kindness.

"Oh Neon Kids
with Your radiant smiles,
lead us to paradise,
save us, save us,
protect us from the pagans
and their vengeful gods,"
plead the frightened nations.

The Neon Kids
with mighty hands
strike down all unbelievers
in their streets they line with gold
they claimed as tribute
from those terrorizing demons
on the eastern horizon.

On the eve of victory
of this iron blooded nation
how can anything survive
the wrath They pour on the wicked.
Not even God can keep the Neon Kids
from rolling back the heavens
and stand face to face with Him.

The Neon Kids
with Their bag of toy soldiers
march across the board yelling,
"Check mate" cross every border,
and "King me" cross every ocean.

~Eruesso~

What can we do WHEN we're checked.