passionate generals boom their blasphemies;

aim thy cannons at our godless enemies

burn their homes, set fire to the trees

kill every last living thing

start with all the "human beings"

kill every doe, bird and bee that breathe

breeding in the miasma stream

in their demonic energy

fear not, for 

heavy is the hand god feeds

waifers and wine

defenders of the make believe

 

​​​​​​chanting fades as the generals gaze

from afar, two sides engaged

fghting in a foreign place

back home the reporters say;

the answers lie in outer space,

origins of the human race

political parties fuel the rage

preaching from the book, archaic

pages and podiums

preying on your fear and hate