Conception
A new lease on life
The territorial bindings
And the social strife
No longer will they be finding
Two young men
Approach a glorious island
Where they are trying
To forget the past and mend
As the hydraulic boat
Nears the awe striking shore
Bernard and Helmholtz
Now have something to live for
The island perks a shiny glow
Appearing as they row
Onto the shoreline
Awed by its sparkling shine
As they step on the crisp land
Bernard and Helmholtz are greeted
By a world controllers hand
They are shown where they will be seated
The two men approach this hotel
So Lavish and fancy
Nothing anywhere near a motel
But there is something to sell
In their rooms are flowers in full bloom
Everything is so clean
All the furniture illuminates
With a sun-struck gleam
Extraordinary paintings and statues
And an eerie virtue
Dont ever forget the past
Because it may strike back
The next day a loud whistle
Heard through the breakfast bustle
Helmholtz and Bernard are thrown
Right out of their own
Perfect sanctuary
One that was only preliminary
As the world controllers yell
About the oncoming hell
There are vicious intruders
Trying deviously to suitor
This incredible island
With an evil file
All of the unforgiven
Including Bernard and Helmholtz
Will be forcefully blended
Into the dangerous war rope
The men go under a muddy bank
Where the ground sank
They are told their mission
And in addition
Are shocked at the premonition
Of this island was them just wishin'
Of a final release From freedom ceased
The land in front of them
Is horribly war bent
No time to repent
Bernard and Helmholtz must fight them
All sorts of craters
From deadly weapons
Bullet glaciers
Are the real sentence
Bernard and Helmholtz are given
With nauseating suspicion
Weapons of which they will maim
People they can't name
They are with twenty-four troops
As they will try and usurp
The deadly coalition
That had invaded this island
The twenty-four split into two
Something that is not new
So they can spread out
And circle in on the spot
Gunshots, screams, and grenades
Can be heard from every brigade
The felling is less than human
Then they are clued in
"Enemy coming, Enemy coming"
Barks the sarge
As the invaders are approaching
Bernard and Helmholtz try to carve
Into a muddy hole
So they can save their souls
Some while hurting fire a shot
So at least their not a blot
After a long while
The troops come together single file
They are now to intrude
The enemy solitude
The men march with a purpose
But some wonder if its worthless
They encounter a poorly built wall
It was opening to a crawl
At first there was not even a word
But then from all sides
The adversary violently converged
On the tortured war mice
But few shots were fired
Many were too tired
Because they were beating
The living hell out of everything
Bernard sees a man struggling
He is lost and befuddling
As the man believes
He's lost his last life reprieve
But Bernard stumbles upon a first aid kit
And tries with all his wit
However the bullet wounds
Are enormous to unglue
Medics finally arrive
To try and resuscitate
This man from his horrible dive
No time to hesitate
Bernard has done his best
And medics dont need to lay him to rest
Bernard released him from the war tide
But Helmholtz jumps right into the fight
He glances upon a familiar character
Seemingly coming from his last semester
It was a beautiful sight
In what was otherwise a horrible fright
So Helmholtz hurries up closer
Then in the moment
He figures out torturer
It's Lenina!
He is simply awestruck
At this incredible luck
Before he could say a word
Bernard shouts rather obsurd
"NO"
Helmholtz was about to say hello
But in the fight jam
"BAM!"
A bullet sears through man's body
And he starts groveling
Bernard rushes over
But its way too damn late
Even though he was honorably noble
Helmholtz has been lost in the hate
Due to his ineptitude
In a world so crude
A few weeks later
Bernard is still transfixed
Over Helmholtz's deathwish
A true life and mind tapered
The fighting has ceased
But not before 5000 are declared deceased
The ones who survived
Are the ones who did not run and hide
They are blissfully honored
In a truly grand ceremony
They all tell their testimony
Even shell shocked Bernard
He receives a shiny badge
For the courage he did show
Despite his friend's fatal blow
Then he paces to the start of the death track
In the hotel lobby he finds laughter
They are the world controllers
The plotters devised a genocidal dream
All in all they have manipulated
So everyone duplicated
A real live war scheme
But there was no one looking to gore
There was no need to settle the score
The controllers want absolute treasury
Of this war to demolish
Everyone in devilish Ghoulish Treachery
These are the defects
From the so-called intellect
Of that world
Of the controlling hurl
Bernard's anger is unfathomable
He cannot placate the plausible
That this could ultimately happen
All this fascist war mapping
But now he must destroy
Everyone in the ploy
He is plotting an end
To the great mind bend
A couple more weeks pass by
Bernard has live a lie
He has sucked ass
For the whole, general mass
Having them believe
That there is no deceit
But his mind will eventually crack
He has the knowledge most lack
The man goes into the closet
Gets out a mallet
And the piercing bullets
He is no longer full of it
While he skates into the lobby
People explore their hobby
The gossip and the chlorine dips
But Bernard was about to make his hit
Everyone is peaceful and calm
There is no major qualm
Suddenly there is a loud thud
Bernard mashes his mallet
On a teammate's forehead
Then he starts loading bullets
Slowly though a group tries to control
The burned and hardened soul
This however is to no avail
As Bernard tries to prevail
BANG! THUD! BANG! THUD!
You can see the blood
As he switches from mallet to gun
Everyone is on the run
Except for the life rapers
Who scamper in to taper
The controllers have realized
They need to exterminate
A man who has been paralyzed
From fear, paranoia, and hate
All two-hundred rush in
To the toxic death binge
Bernard shouts,"Don't move"
But they still creep in slow groove
While they slowly step
They start to regret
Ever bringing him here
Because he may ultimately persevere
Bernard shaking his rifle
Blood on the floor in pint fills
They still crawl ahead
To the only head
He's still standing
Still glancing
But the controllers do not quit
Bernard's mind is in a fit
Contemplating of his possible defeat
At his next heartbeat
He darts down the hallway
The death-doers rum through the fray
They are firing shots
Bernard's unraveling death plot
Is about to take him
He is not to win
He can only run fifty more yards
Till the bullets run hard
Into his arms, legs, and heart
Oh, the power of these death darts
They have pushed Bernard to death
He was the only threat
The corpse is wrapped in a body bag
And also tagged
As possibly the last survivor
To become a fighter
Against this forsaken island
Against the controller's evil plan
Many of those who are still alive
Try to fathom and contemplate
How someone could make this death drive
How he could try and defecate
On all the so-called principles
Of the battling disciples
Who think they defend
This grandiose but deceptive island
Looking at the bullet that nearly scarred
His newly filled heart
Helmholtz cracks a sly grin
At all who defend the controllers win