Disposable Numbers

Disposable Numbers: Unveiling the Price of War and Lost Souls
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Your life sold by

Your life is manipulated and traded

The rich and divine

Controlled by powerful and divine figures


Warships enter the battle

Ships involved in war enter the battle zone

Eliminates the enemy at the bay

Destroys or eradicates the opposing force at the bay (shore)

Flames engulf the poor mans hatred

The anger or resentment of the less privileged is consumed by flames

A war made by the rich and grey

A conflict orchestrated by wealthy and aged individuals


Another war being fought by the youth the prey

Youthful individuals are victims/targets of another ongoing war

The sinner sits high and mighty on his chair

A wrongdoer comfortably sits in power and authority


Somewhere along the line

At some point in our existence

We lose ourselves to the murders mind

We lose our true selves to a mindset of committing murders

We will take their life for our great and mighty lords

We are willing to take the lives of others for our esteemed and powerful leaders


A disposable number

Individuals considered easily replaceable or expendable

A shield made of flesh

Used as protection made of human flesh

Awaiting a slumber

Awaiting death or a state of unconsciousness

We're the The Highlords trash

We are considered worthless or low-value entities to the high-ranking lords


We're the lost minds by State

We, as individuals, have lost our mental stability due to the ruling authority

Being slayed day by day

Being continuously killed or defeated by the state/system every day


The suffered warriors state of mind

The mental state of warriors who have suffered

Nothing more than a piece in the sand

Just insignificant pieces in the grander scheme of things

The war is a worthless lie

The war holds no value or significance


Say no more

No further explanations or words needed

A worthless war by the rich and the powerful

A war that holds no value initiated by wealthy and influential people


We are cannon fodder to fill the ranks with blood and flames

We are expendable resources used to fill the military ranks with bloodshed and destruction

Nothing more than piece of meat for the grinder

We are nothing more than mere objects for the relentless cycle of war


A war made by freedom

A conflict initiated under the guise of freedom

A war made by lords

A conflict initiated and perpetuated by high-ranking leaders

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