As they trudge into war,
Step by step getting closer,
To a target they so aimlessly chose
To reign over, to "save", a nation that is in need

But really we are the nation that needs saving
So morally corrupt, that we can't see the harm in our will
The will to kill and say we helped
Say we cared, by bombing their capital city,
Which was once so glorious the Gods would have spoken high of it
To mere rubble

We say that killing is helping the world
that everytimg we do were are one step closer to
To divine happiness,
To the garden of Eden

Blood, guts, and sadness,
We march into war,
Burn and kill mercilessly,
Icy corpses, hanging like pork at a bucher's shop
And yet we show a self-redeeming smile
Like we have just pursued a feat of divine purity

People are proud to serve a country that thriveson weakness
That will plunge into war the first chance it gets
We are proud when our family dies in the feat of war
Because they dies for a good cause

The good cause?
We are happier, when many more suffer ever worse
We have gained more security, when many more have lost so much
We have yet again shown we are the best, we can't be defeated
By praying on innocent life that must be destroyed

But in the end, out blood red trail of glory
Only leaves one thing, that can never be changed...

Blood, guts, and sadness


...whytt *03

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