The Blood of Power

Die, don't revive, won't succumb

Conduit of anger, tools of the trade

Essential supply of patrol compulsory

Instruments of wrath, in need of the lifeblood

Never ending skirmish for resource control

When entry contested, instigate combat

Financial enticement right to access

No alternative 'til it's gone

Proxy battlefield, resupplied

With the means to strike down abruptly

All attrition comes from above

Inflexile directives bound to

With the foothold, still in the game

Posturing rivals, one in the same

Necessary actions breed hostility

Postponement of eventual crusade

Indigenous inhabitants

Striving to create their tranquility

Forcing the masses to devote submission

Time is running short for that vision

Accelerated endeavor

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel

When there's nothing left but sand

The priviledged squandering wealth

Wasted on obsolete armaments

Window of proseperity

Closing as the years go by

Wanting to save face

Of ancient grievances

Refusing to move forward

Utilizing nothing

Depletion of reservoirs ratcheting up methodology

Claiming intent of purpose to aid and support

The blood of power

The blood of power

When exhaustion limit nears proxy war meets conclusion

Full fledged world campaign, every nation's declaration

Supremacy through allies, choosing sides, which one lies?

Claims to those assets for warranted capital, seize

Everything on the table of possibilities

No surrender without prize vital dependency

The new reserves, the ocean floor front line

The future uncertain, submerged technology

Progressing forth, into the unknown