Sin. Slay. Swift.
As a human who’d shouldered his role as the dutiful soldier,
just recruited to bolster the war machine, fuel for its motor/
He’d assumed the control of patrolling alone through the rubble,
so he could prove as a loner his motive’s truth to the struggle/
& quell the quarreled conflictions within his moral convictions,
a description through choral resistance of war where the victims/
Are all civilians listed, as focused on guile, boasting denial,
all while the media depicts them all as they’re hopeless & vile/
And so although his focus was mild, amid explosions for miles,
still he noticed the pile, on which exposed was the foe he reviled/
A motionless child, on whose broken face there was frozen the smile,
of an “enemy” executed without a motive or trial/
Thus in causing his soul to compile, all the reasons he’s faithful,
To the cause he’s representing the truth shows that he’s hateful/
Because the appraisal of what his country’s doing is wholly,
apparent in an innocent girl who’s body’s been left as a trophy/
And so it is soley, up to him to accep that his fate is this,
Jesus w/out the power to ressurect Lazurus, aka just an Atheist/
Peace.
IllaMentalz!!