It's in dreams and in stories
Lost in tales and long ago glories
Reaching out through time
Reciting itself in rhyme
Marking history like a stain
Blood, sweat, death, and pain
Countries go to war in its name
And it always wins, knows the game
Mistaken for love and hope
It's the human condition; how we cope
Answering a question with anything but truth
That alone should've been enough proof
That in God we should fear
Our voices, He does not hear
Prayers fall silent
Backs stay bent
Aching
Breaking
Shaking
From all that He's taking
Only in death
May we take a breath
And rest
Arms crossed over chest
Buried in the Earth
Where we start the rebirth.