Gods do cry
I call it a dance, of fire and smoke.
Admist it I stood,
In this ocean of sand I stood,
In this inferno of winds I stood,
With a heart as cold as
The metal I hold; this metal
Was god for it protects me,
It’s the Lucifer too; for it can kill me
Aside my comrades I stood,
As line between tyranny an freedom, they say
Young men dying and oldmen talking is war, they say
Like cowards they sit, in concrete pits as deep as hell,
Sitting on cushions without ever a sweat,
While we fall in fields with bodies blood wet.
They say to us a thousand reasons,
Simply swallows the million treasons
As I walked away, with a lament
I din’t fall with them.
As I walked away, in my ears it echoed,
‘bullets bullets every were,
not a soul in plight.
bullets bullets every were,
not a dropp of blood in sight’
the last thought remains forever, they say
well it was the last thing through my brain
second only to that bullet and blood drain.
may be it was god crying