Father wont be coming home

The child cries

As we savor such sweet sorrow

No, my angel, you must witness

The greatest martyrfication

Of the failed design

Of wretched civilization

We fall as far as devils arms can stretch

God was once but may he rest

In this putrid basin of bloodstained glass

And bullet casings

The world was bright

The world was yours

The world was pure

But it is no more

Mechanized assembly lines

Churning out sophisticated death designs

War machine, so refined

Mutilated bodies on the front line

Corpses line the streets, set ablaze

Survivors guilty conscience

Counting down the days

Losing their identity

Hunting down the enemy

Wallow in the misery

Of bloodstained memories

Shadow government dealing punishment

All will worship at the serpents covenant

Human casualties, engineered insanity

Wallow in the misery of bloodstained memories

The life of mankind

The death in between

The world was bright, the world was yours

The world was pure but it is no more