home Poem List next poem No Smoking Guns We will destroy for reasons we can't find Existence deduced which can't be observed Thousands will die for what they have in mind For the feelings of passion they once served When confused we will disassemble doubt Unknown entities will be stripped of masks Searching just to analyse their lay out Tracking the accepted thru friendly tasks War allies were lied about by others Two hundred thousand died mistakenly Now we go to kill again with druthers Contestant fates will ply forsakenly Standing above carnage, swords wet with blood Will we want to know why these others died Our dogs will clean our blades and we the mud Take our ropes from the necks of those we've tried Just how callous we are concerning death Surely will surprise the gods if they dare As movements for retargeting like breath Occurs from confusion as well as care Gods will fall before our onslaught of will Foes will find praying futile before us Finally we will just pause when we kill Reviewing the truth of what we discuss (c)ERA 11:50 PM 2/3/03