Blood ridden battles of strife and pain
Don’t call out for truth in vain
You, you war-hardened men!
It won’t survive scrutiny
And the lying, cowering cowards
They will cower under the power of safety
The illusion of constancy and peace.
War is our future
For war is our past
There is no peace in the present
Look around you!
There is blood on your footsteps
And blood on your skin
Don’t try to wash it off!
It will be there regardless
Your flesh burns of self hate
You are human
A mere mortal for immortal’s games
Given the pearl of power
The only power controllable by men
Fear and violence