There’s a sense of history in futility
There’s a human touch we can see
Mistakes litter every victory
As madmen chase their destiny
Forward is the universal cry
Destroy the unclean
They are not as worthy as you and I
Jihad the obscene
There’s a sense of majesty in madness
A human touch with no room for life
Mistakes litter every desert
As madmen order butchery and strife
Forward is the motion
We are worthy is the cry
More room for our development
What use are trees to you and I?
Modern society is a quasi-religious battle with nature. Society proceeds as if in a dream. No outcome is imagined for the actions of today.
With cries of religious fervour, seeking eternity in paradise, we surge forward to butcher and destroy.
With cries of avarice we surge forward to seek paradise on earth through wealth and power.
The blood flows green and red. The soil is stained then covered with concrete.
More is the cry from behind.