In the zone

I'm a lyrical combat jet fight warrior,
Havocking through space time trying not to bother yer,
The declaration of insanity,
Wrought in their faces.
Killing people willy nilly...
Leaving no traces...
But blood, and destruction, the vile stench of death and decay...
Who are these bully thugs to get in people's way?
The Z warriors must go, of this there is no option.
Like Neo Nazi storm troopers in our modern utopian kingdom.
The terror returns after a long and enlightened expanse,
The trade routes, the intelligence,
The long awaited programs.
We sit and we suffer again due to muster,
For one man's vile treatment of humanity which never rusts, yeah?
That's why it's installed into humanity all along,
That no one can rule forever in song,
It doesn't work like that at all except with a bong...
Things suddenly happen,
Disaster raises its ugly head...
Fashion in a wagon...
Before you know it the dragon is a mouse,
Squeaking for survival in the fields of anarchy rice.
Like we all would be with bombs reigning down.
You want war?
Get out of my town.
Nothing but murderers sanctioned with no authority.
Only angels of God can display such apocalyptic certainty...
No to more evil,
No to further descent...
Tonight I raise my flag..
And might sleep in a tent...
So before you call Jesus wet and pathetic,
Consider his forty days and nights in the wilderness tragic,
Where he met the devil, and that night they went at it,
Jesus outsmarting him with three answers of tactic.
Not even sporting camo or an SAS flack jacket.
The spawn of time was eradiated that month,
When most of you moderns can't handle a weekend in the moors...
So be thankful for small mercies,
And all the wisdom a church brings...
For while they may not be scientists,
They seek the right thing.