Evil Sacrifice
Old Men, the weight of
sacrifice light
The game of life, death,
and suffering excites
Always one more glorified
fight
Human life cheap at the
price
Population not stirred,
personal cost is slight
Uniforms like video games
at night
Blood never seen, never
smelt
Wave the flag, what a
pretty sight
Weapons made to end
mankind
Keep the triggers from the
irrational mind
World spiraling to
midnight, track so tight
Miraculous cleaving to a
vestige of rational might
Perhaps a deep
subconscious recall
Maybe remembering Dark
Ages of religion tall
Conscious awareness that
reason torn is destruction born
Rational survival humankind’s
only trail never forlorn
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