Purgatory

This is the story of a religious soldier

When it gets stormy he becomes a real killer

But it is okay because He lives in a whirlwind of identities

He has a badge on his chest that says "Army"

After he loads up his gun he prays to God

But not for mercy as when it gets stormy

His heart bears no sin he knows the Lord taught him  gun safety

But he never practices what he preaches

Choir of people protest against his violent hands

Humanity's echo reminds me of his arsenal of love

But oh no, not today, not when it gets stormy, Lord

I am only a religious soldier

Who fights the fight until I get older

In a bubble of allies and enemies

I-am-a-father- to-be

You see, just like you Moses I see

The sea and I split it between

Me and the civils 

The red cross will never come after me

I am just a religious soldier 

Who died a good fight 

Against enemies that were allies

And allies that were so angry

They started kneeling before me

Asking "Why did you make me?"

Yes, I am not dreaming

I might be the God I believed in

As God said

Let there be light

And let there be war

I was a flower unable to grow in concrete

I am too good to be punished

When I died, I died in ectasy

I will snort gun powder until my veins bleed

And then I will see you in purgatory