Written to those that have lived through war

Pretty words 

Spoken like poetry 

Running a river of savagery 

Through the masses 

Bringing together a war-torn nation 

With bloodstained hands 

Armies of reapers 

Sent like a wave of death 

Across the world 

Raised by false promises 

And horrible intentions 

How black must one heart be 

How vacant a soul 

That you would kill 

For reasons not your own 

And burn civilizations to the ground 

Because you were told to 

And what of those 

That pass on these orders? 

That deal the deathblow 

While never experiencing the melee 

Condemning thousands 

At the expense of another glass of scotch 

History speaks volumes 

About humanity 

We kill each other 

To preserve ourselves 

Hiding behind one excuse or another 

Blaming those that lie across the battlefield 

For evils we order, but cannot stomach 

We drowned in rivers of blood 

As we tear apart families with claws made of steel 

It makes you wonder.

For all the harm we have inflicted, 

What is it that makes us worth saving?

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[pikachulover]

hmm.. deep and good. Go on bro! :)