Sam-the war child

I sat in chairs of clarity today
Peering deep at my good friend, the war child
He watches as humans interact, laugh
He anticipates conversation, though he feels nothing for the topic
Nothing really means much to him in fact
That's what I saw, clarity chairs in which I sat

He is no stranger, and he is not sick
Quickly he imitates your smile, he's trying, I can tell
I can see he is trying, though I don't know if he cares
I don't think he really cares

I know my friend, perhaps better than I would like
Beings like him are masters at disguise
They calculate, always watching
They lurk in the night, they don't really need blissful sleep
They prefer to hunt men and their offspring in distant lands
They do nothing other than what they please
Under the boots of the generals men, slaves to the king-vulture

They are what happens when you put a beast in a suit
Never put a beast in a suit-kind and straight
They can so it well-as my friend dose

Look! Look! The war child is flying away!!

He lands...he..

He's friendly in his face
Empty in his eyes!
The phinoex he believes
Nothing's where he stops by

Watch!
Slurping drinks made of monkey brains!

Robbing chests made of sugar cane!

Children laugh at the cheerful martyr!
For he has known his daughter
Searching the devil for something to barter
Dancing happy, fire starter!
Searching for family ties to maim!
Nothing shall remain the same!
Under his infinite watch, he never blinks