by Nick Gisburne
The seven secret leaders of the world,
A syndicate dispensing with disguise,
Bedecked in robes of gold, bejewelled, pearled,
Let nothing but revulsion fill their eyes.
By summoning extinction, here, today,
They set aside the travesty of state.
Malevolence is now the only way
To cleanse and conquer everything they hate.
Their sigils break apart on seven screens.
As one, they lock together and unite.
With seven keys inserted, bleak machines
Are quick to count, with cold, hypnotic light.
At zero, as the genocide begins,
The Seven shine, inside their metal skins.
