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Awareness of existence corrupts every law of nature

There is more to life than to feed and multiply

The will to live forever and mortality cannot co-exist,

There are too many of us,

We become our very burden!

Is this why we fight?

Greed for power is this sickness,

Excuses for repressed urges

Some disgrace is at murder and then

There are others who kill in the name of justice

Atrocities in the name of a faceless

Non-existent fictional creature

Have we successfully bought this delusion?

Or is it present, in human kind's nature?

Mass producing idiots dying to fight

Mass reducing idiots fighting to die

It's their wretched design

Those who get to decide

Fate of you mind less.... flock of sheep

It's for you to decide

Suffer through this hell you call life

Or succumb to the peace... of your grave

For no reason

Pledge your life

To their purpose

Fatal to survive

Those who dare trespass my territory

Faces will dissolve in memory

Artificially generated hate, show

No compassion for the enemy

Execute who stands against me

Deserter will join the cemetery

Unrewarded innocence will

Engulf in flames of my hostility

No compassion for the enemy

Goes in circles

Same old patterns

Mass destruction

Only option

Bodies piling over bodies

No regard I show for life

Fighting for a piece of land

To raise my race superior

Same old pattern

Goes in circles

Mass grave unmarked

Ideals lost in their crowded tombs

With their bodies, the righteous purpose dies

Those who go home cannot escape

What they leave behind

With phantom limbs it's not efficient to attempt on feeling whole