In God's design
The clouds were made
So that the earth could lap up the rain,

But enter man ,
Who thinks he has a better plan

To feed this earth
With the blood of  the young
As he marches them off to Wars

In the dead of the night
If you listen real close
You can hear the groan of the lost

How many have fallen
Throughout the ages
For the aspirations of the insane

There will be a time the earth will say
STOP
Then ***** up all the forgotten

On that day
When the trumpet calls
They will seek revenge on their old masters.