Is there no end to this red hate,
Boiling blood and sinking mud,
Lead to the quivering, thoughtful hand
From the shivering and colorless, lifeless  heart,
And from the hand to the iron gun
Shovel, shovel, human race
The last lap was already run
Pulling a trigger has been made an art
In this world where all the living hear
The cries of children, nowhere near
The heavenly place that the devil fears
For the time right now is
The time love sells,
For the promise of golden tickets to hell
One-way tickets, without return
To a place where demons never learn
Is this the fate of one and each?
The gate to love has now been breached
Killer after killer, stinger after stinger,
Are you a man or are you a leech?
Blood ****** out, blood taken twice,
Is this love virtue or is this love vice?
Humanity has at last won a victory:
The enemy is finally on his knees,  
The enemy will scream and
The enemy will crawl,
But should humanity have waged a war at all?