Killing Elect

Though the bodies lay heaped in gory blood-lust mass and piled upon vitriol every curse for the count of corpses and innocent lives ended such savagery they inflicted, stirred them not nor awoke one droplet of remorse So it was to champagne cork to scented bath and opulent comfort they returned victorious and in each agreeable inhumanity praised a demonic ideology tossed their victims bones from the plateau of banquet To each addiction of self aggrandizement the flesh and entrails of someone else's love trampled below the viscous boot in cold and soulless the elitism of wealth scorned beneath the rubble the life of child and counted none but themselves of any worth Such is the unseen war in distance so far removed from home but still with Armageddons bloodstained flag blows on the heat of screams and nationalism and such is the filth of words in ignorance and denial so listened to appeases naught but the condemnation of those who in hideous glee consider themselves above the law and better than you.