Confronted By a Pacifist

The war is the beginning of conflict and our rampant screeches are implicit The weak will be treated, but confrontation will always be repeated Undying failure Confrontation is the only option You’ll endure…surrender Be fair…be aware because we’ll fight with bare hands will transform to fists and we have no time for pacifists The blood smeared On the weapons Doubling our army Double the agonizing shouts Trotting in frustration When will this aggressiveness end? Confront the poor And the pacifists And fight the rich And the mere fools With armor made of hard material remain unsteady In your filthy ditch And make an effort To make your last pitch Because I’m over… I’m done with you all I’ll not listen to your fear-lurking call remain unsteady In your filthy ditch And make an effort To make your last pitch Are you ever pacifist? Don’t lift up your wretched fist Or I’ll smear it in the mist Don’t play me as a fool The warfare is the beginning of conflict and our rampant screeches are implicit The weak will be treated, but confrontation will always be repeated Confrontation will eventually take its toll Please… don’t take it as a foolish game So be aware and play fair or I’ll tear your amusement…your greed and smear it on your destructible weapons