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