The Planets-Mars
danger
fear
hostility
violence
shaken into these marching blind men
holding up their false thoughts
that were given to a preacher
that was blinded too by a false god
MARCH
MARCH
MARCH
march until you feel your sweat as blood
cover you already open wounds
mixing the with the air
that is salted by the forgotten tears
lurking inside many
is the ugly yellow head
of a survival instinct
to damn those nearby
by the meaning of their own life
how weak the human mind
to cower for a longer life
and to dismissed the bond of brotherhood
that was made by pact in heart
but obviously not by all
MARCH
MARCH
MARCH
march onto your sacred death!
march onto your holy field!
not wielded are your swords
for you have none to carry
with such bitten broken arms
tremble at the sight of the many powers
that you have created yourself to fear...
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