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New Jersey, USA
The Wehrmachtís Behemoth
Vengeance, spurs life into deadly industry,
Igniting the fuse for such terrible war.
In new things, they wanted command,
All for the glory of a madman.
What they made, was a monster so strong
It growled its name simply by moving.
Its cold metal feet, compounded the ground
Scarring its rune into the earth.
The maw of the beast was long and thin
And spat death with a thunderous chord.
Skin so thick, one may not strike back
As it and its kin swarm about you.
However, for us the beastís day is done.
The third empire that made it was long since dead.
Now new beasts shout their name and crawl foreword.
Deadlier and can see far beyond us, poised to strike.
[This message has been edited by Ron (12-15-2007 05:38 PM).]