A Dark Reality

There are many ways to live.
Many ways.
There are many ways to die.
Too many ways.

And as this shadows is draped upon my worthless and wretched body,
my soul struggles to understand.
I am ripped apart from the descending dark and filled, against my will, with hate,
what is this?

There are many ways to live.
Maybe too many ways.
There are many ways to die.
Perhaps not a lost cause.

Raining fire from our skies.
Criminals as heroes.
Justified by pride and accepted as gods will.
God bless our fucking nation.

There are many ways to live.
We should all die.

Each passing day, more people find a way to eat at our hearts and hunt us as prey.
The army's strike and bombs are dropped,
the stench of death fills our brain.
Breathing these damed Clausterphobic skys!

Lacerated limbs and decapitated heads lay in pools of our blood as we stare and laugh at this monster who has fought back for his life.
They have wronged our nation, they will pay.
Our foes may be defeated or our foes may have defeated us.
A victory.
A victory by death and pain.
A loss.
A loss by death and pain.
It seems victory and loss are meaningless in war.


There are many ways to kill,

ensuring our doomed fate.
Our fate to destroy,

ourselves.