Holy War

Holy War

Fire undo to fire, for that is where the rage is kept,
And Rage is what soaks the bed sheets red of where the babe once slept.

Ice freeze to ice, and make our blood even colder.
Make our minds numb, so we refuse to listen to reason,
And in turn, turn the cold shoulder.

Bullet strike bullet in mid flight, and make the “righteous” want to fight,
But be quick and reload, and listen to them, of what the “Bomb” foretold.

Knife stab and slash at knife, for this is where their in cunning,
Ignore the cries for mercy, for there is no honor in running,

Darkness cover up darkness, so that the assassin of light might not be seen,
So no one will recognize his face and his kill will be quick and clean.

Now let time emphasize time, so that this poem may ring true,
Allowing us to kill OUR evil and good and so make us anew.