Never Ending War
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
They put on their masks and take their last mortal breath.
The masses of few, the congregation of none,
Charge at the helpless wielding their gun.
They watch as their brother dies, with no resentment in his eyes,
Falling to the ground, a bible at their breast,
They pray for forgiveness where their brothers will rest.
You cannot leave, for it's the cause He believes,
Only to be killed by this inevitable disease.
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