Collateral

Tell them twas not all in vain

The long dark hours in freezing rain

Tell them it was naught for gain
Of wordly things but higher realms

That meant we had to take up arms
Gainst enemy whose face we paint
So we can push that dagger
And watch his brains splatter

And imagine twas for greater good.

Tell them dread not freezing seas
If we must die and die we must
A tomb with whales swimming above
Is more serene than cities stained

And forests raped we've left behind.

So smirk behind that oak tree desk
And watch as blood stained table chess
Becomes alive and consumes the fire
Of angel saying we all must die.