"The Battle Clone Cycle"

Clone History | New Global Order | The Eve of Destruction | The World Shook | The Afterit Years | The Sentinel | Supress | Skywatch

Clone History

Mark one, level one is common public general knowledge
Simple genetic type stuff that kids can do in college
Special Services set out to breed some fighting canines
With sniffers slightly modified for sniffing out the landmines

Level two was secret, it involved some chimpanzees
Modified to see in darkness, safe from all disease
Carriers for secret plagues to infiltrate and kill
Any land that would resist an army with a will

Mark threes, they were dolphin based, delivering our mines
To places under water far behind the battle lines
Servants loyal to the cause, our wish was their command
We could make them do whatever they could understand

Mark four saw the first viable neural interface
Commanding by computer from a safe and central place
Many of the former models thus were modified
Making up new series as improvements there were tried

Mark eleven was the first recorded human clone
Interfaced from birth and taught, and never quite alone
Mixed with other mods too many for a chap to count
Down in deepest tunnels where research is paramount

Mark twelves took the research over, superior brains
Prisons drained of women supplied wombs, we called them Janes
Litter size was increased, each nine months they dropped us six
Constantly varieties were added to the mix

Mark eighteens were Masters called, their implants quite enhanced
Mere humans were no match for them, the people had no chance
The clones have run the country since the spring of ninety five
Soon, they vow, there'll be no baseline humans left alive

Hiding in their tunnel walls I probably won't last
There aren't many left of us, this complex is so vast
I just heard a twenty-six call something super-master
And say the time was here, they had production going faster




New Global Order

Issued nineteen ninety nine, September seventeen
By the British high command, her majesty the Queen
This edict claims the world as ours, it's always been our right
To rule by dint of royal blood, we are prepared to fight
Surrender all the world to us, pay homage to the throne
We have a secret weapon here, the deadly battle clone
It isn't easy to concieve, we've made a demonstration
This morning we have overrun each European nation
The French, who fought us for so long are gone, their land is ours
The precious German Fatherland, and Russia of the Czars
The men are dead, the women gone to bear more battle clones
There is no use in fighting back, we'll only grind your bones
We've secret bastions dug beneath the soil of every land
With clone production going on so you must understand
There is no place to fight us back, for we are everywhere
Surrender to us, let yourselves be placed under our care




The Eve of Destruction

You've heard of the Neverland, never returning
The Fighting, the death, the destruction, the burning
You live in these bad years, with each day a dread
With never a moment of peace in your head

Grown up so fast in the name of the cause
With not enough playdays, and no Santa Claus
No purpose but fighting those fierce battle clones
No places to go to that aren't battle zones

It seems Merrie England was not merry quite
All bitter and angry, just spoiling to fight
For wrecking the empire where sun never set
She has set out to give the whole world regret

In her tunnels so deep 'neath the coal mines of old
She began secretly her experiment bold
Taking genes from all over she built D.N.A.
To make battle clones that we're fighting today

They say there are genes from the black killer bees
And some stuff from the rats for resisting disease
And the chimpanzee blood gives a ferocious grip
And the only part British, that stiff upper lip

They breed in the tunnels where bombs never reach
Implanted at birth they've computers to teach
With each British dam to her duty impressed
The clones could forever march fifty abreast

Through tunnels and chunnels they pour night and day
How long they've been digging them no one can say
There's rumours I've heard that the miners broke through
In the days of King Arthur, when dragons still flew

I hear they had tunnels to Germany years
Before the first world war brought us to tears
But they wouldn't open them, they were afraid
To show us their hand 'til the last piece was laid

The solve of the puzzle, the ring of the bell
The method to send us all tumbling to Hell
The gene engineering that makes them so wild
The chips that they implant in every man child

Each woman they capture live spends her whole life
In their caverns below as technologies wife
Insuring their supply of clones won't run out
Beneath every land mass they have a redoubt

But hey little surfer dude don't be all down
You still can play games when the clones aren't around
They can't tunnel upwards and reach to the sky
Where eagles and space station factories still fly

Our comm units, laser knives, tech from above
Flow down on us daily, from skywatch comes love
One day we'll win out with our helpers from space
And we'll make our whole world a good surfer dude place

So like tune in some Dylan on your old comm set
Groove out on some Tetris, and try to forget
I hear it's not long 'til the boring bombs fly
To pierce all the nests, make the host mothers die

One day when the battle clones all have been killed
It's the job of you Beforeit born ones to build
A new world just like the one we once knew
Where flags meaning peace, love, and liberty flew

So take this flag now little dude and rejoice
That you are still free and that you have the choice
This mark 14 knife, and this medical droid
Made in the station by some 'puter noid

Watch son and wait, keep the spirit alive
Protect the womenfolk, help them survive
The time for the final big battle draws near
So kiss me goodbye son, and never show fear

My carrier leaves in an hour from now
We'll destroy their bunkers son, stop them somehow
Once more little surfer dude, shake, like a man
Goodbye son, we're mounting, I'll call if I can




The World Shook

I shook hands with my father on that final 'Foreit day
And he passed Old Glory to me, safe to keep
With mother and my sisters we all knelt us down to pray
That ours souls the Lord would keep if on we'd sleep
For we knew that most would die as fire rained down from above
From that belt of asteroids way out in space
Nickel/iron bits of broken planet falling down like love
That would penetrate the clones' most sacred place
And there was no real morning on that Dayofit that came
That great day that really was the length of three
When the fire fell, the Earth was Hell, with continents in flame
When I trembled with my little family
Then the news that it was over came and time to count the cost
From the Earthquakes, and the fires and the gas
The world scarred, whole countries gone, entire islands lost
That is how the freedom finally came to pass
They say that dad was lost in mop up missions in the damp
Below what we call Lake of Illinois
Fighting through the tunnel that led to the Windsor camp
Leading on his troop of brave Oahu boys
The rising ocean waters forced us to the mainland flee
Where ageless clones still wandered in the waste
But that's another story now, our life in Tennesee
Another day I may give you a taste




The Afterit Years

The tech still comes to us from space, our weapons better, newer
The battle clones fight on of course, each year their numbers fewer
Upon the comm we hear them sputter, threaten, curse, and rage
It's in the genes that went in them, they're programmed not to age
We hunt them down, it's almost sport, they can't be left alive
They know no thought but just to kill, their reason to survive
I flew a battle wagon for some brave Ohio boys
In fathers honor went and surfed the Lake of Illinois
I flew a scout from Denver 'til they shot me from the sky
The medic droid rebuilt me, though I thought that I would die
Upon the wasteland's edge I finally sat me down to rest
Protect the kids of Afterit, and wait my final test
The young ones almost don't believe about the battle clones
And every year they venture farther in the blasted zones
I listen to the music heard in my Beforeit youth
I pray that they will never see the horror of the truth
Of what the clones would do to them if one came to their town
The way they did before the Dayofit came raining down
Skywatch still keeps me supplied with tech and gifts of love
I watch the west where clones still walk, Old Glory flies above
The Beatles sing inside my head that Maxwell must go free
I wait the end and pray to take a final clone with me




The Sentinel

He was ancient that dude and he lived in a shack, and he stared all the time up the road
To the West, 'cross the waste, if you asked he would say "Over there is the devil's abode."
One day he'll come charging right over that hill like he did in my grandfather's day
Then with these magic glasses and this sacred blade if I'm lucky I'll put him away

To be sure, to the West was a picture of Hell, a wasteland of nuclear sand
That not even God would inhabit by choice, that desolate, blasted up land
Well, as for old Lucifer, who knows his taste, he comes from a hot enough zone
With most of the people dead, frying in Hell, it's a place where he could be alone

Endlessly waiting the old fella sat from a time before anyone knew
While out in his garden, in back of the shack the most wonderful vegetables grew
Though everyone else's grew nothing but dust or mutie things no good to eat
The stock in his pens was all perfect and plump, the water he pumped always sweet

We helped him, he fed us, he waited and hummed to some music that we couldn't hear
We brought him each stranger who came into town, through mystical glasses he'd peer
Not him, he would judge, then go back to his watch for the devil to come from the west
Just watching, just watching, just waiting until the next one would come for his test

Na na na, na na na, na na na, he sang, knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
He kept that old sacred type non rusting knife beside him right there on the floor
This morning I woke to an unearthly yell and I thought he had gone without trace
'Til I found him here with this dead thing and he passed the glasses, said, "Here, take my place."

Now cool is blue for me, hot is quite red and I'm seeing like never before
The laser edged mark seventeen is right here, beside me, in reach, on the floor
The battle computer is talking to me, conduction it's called, in my head
It plays ancient music, called A.C.D.C., The Stones, Melloncamp, Motorhead

The battle clones chatter away on the comm, fighting on this old mystical war
Who knows when one once again will come at us, to fight it's what I'm living for
The medical droid keeps me healthy and fine, It never lets me feel pain
I'm learning a new song would you like to hear? The name of it's Prince, Purple Rain




Supress

Calling all aquatic clones
Every style. all the zones
Supress, supress
Try to look like natural
Keep yourselves under control
Supress, supress
No fighting, no biting, no human be exciting
No weapon, no speaking, no victories are we seeking
Supress the battle urge and wait
We'll use you at a later date
We've lost a battle, not the war
Remember what we're waiting for 
Supress
The godmaster works in his realm of the deep
Well hidden we hope and the faith we must keep
Let them believe that we clones are all gone
Let them forget us, a new day will dawn
Just supress your bloodlust and frolic, and play
To keep yourselves strong for the victory day




Skywatch

At first we disbelieved, we thought it wasn't serious
Then shock and anger came, we all were very furious
It was a bloody massacre, the staff from other nations
Threw anyone who sounded British right off of the stations

Then when we learned about the clones the policy was set
That any ship that headed skyward would that soon regret
Zero tolerance was made the rule that we lived by
To ensure that the race survived some innocents may well die

For years there we could only watch in horror at the sight
As every nation fell before this mighty army's might
We had the weapons but we were too few and too unused
To gravity, on groundside all our muscles felt abused

We would drop the weapons anywhere we saw resistance
Hoping that an army would arise from our persistance
Got communication going with the human core
Sat and cursed and hoped and prayed that someday we'd do more

It was an accident that brought about the method of our winning
To bring the asteroids to mine a factory was beginning
An errant calculation made a thruster fire too soon
Punching a new crater in the surface of the moon

Not long after that there were a hundred on the way
Then Armageddon, Dayofit, the liberation day
Comet streaks and mighty cheers, the killing of the clones
Crush 'em, gas 'em, shoot 'em, drown 'em, grind their bloody bones

Millions died on either side that violent sweet day
The tide was turned and finally the clones were held at bay
Thousands lived and knowing nothing else kept up the fight
They would not go down gently into that eternal night

At last the mopping up was done, the rockets once more roared
A hundred years of strife is over, smitten by the sword
Now cousin weightless weakened meet with cousin battle sore
Humanity can make it's way in peace again once more

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This is the end of the clone zone.



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