Rigid, ordered rows of spikes metal and cold

 Extend across the fields

 Creating perfection within grid formation

 Frigid winds blow; exact a bitter toll

 On those unfortunates condemned unto the

 Steel fields of predation

 Savage is the sentencing when destined to be pierced

 For capital offenders this is punishment most fierce

 Even a fearless man will weep and plead

 At the calling of his name

 No escape, the time has come

 To plummet onto the plans

 Justice, just a relic

 In the new world forgotten

 Reigning malignancy in splattered steel

 The stench arises, rotten

 Any will to be free

 Is insurgency

 Wretched destiny is impalement

 Industrial wasteland is all you see;

 The poor lie diseased on the pavement