Never stopping to breathe
They are immune to fear
The goal is within reach
They seek oblivion’s crown
Its majesty thrown down
No hope is in sight
No rescue is near
The leech of their grasp
Consumes
The marchers are unstoppable
They never quit
They are programmed to destroy
To consume all before them
And someday
We will realize
That we are less powerful
Than they are
For they have an agenda
That never changes
And a desire
That never fades
