Carry on waging war.
Carrion is all you train for.
Your price is paid
When young are laid
Underground,
Who have not found,
Nor ever will,
A ripe old age—
A life fulfilled.
As you cash your chips,
You lick your slick lips.
Our young are lost, at unbearable cost.
But you don't care. Unfair. Unfair.
Your depriving, depraved, unholy war has
swallowed them whole into shallow graves.
Fear them the most,Â
These holy martyred ghosts,
For judgment will fall on you,
From an unforgiving righteous compost.
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