Too lazy to make it a deviation.
Such is life.


We hear of how they’ve damned their souls,
And saved our own in the process

What for may I ask; to gain the knowledge
That other country’s may be less?

In a split second three lives can be taken
It hardly seems fair…

But we live on in our petty lives,
Knowing of the endless screams, but do we really care?

To step over a crimson river,
And shed three times a tear

Pride for your country diminishes and
Repeated process is what they fear

Step to step, head on the level
They no longer hear the tick of time

As present becomes past, images dance,
For to fellow men themselves they bind.

As their eyes reach their target
Reason can change in a second

But even if it is changed….
To their enemy they’re still beckoned.