October 17, 2018 - Peace Under Heaven

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Sound the drums,
Raise the tattered banners
And bloody flags.
Tonight we march into hell,
Where men crash against
Men like angry waves,
Overwhelming each other
Until one finally falls.

Gather brave warriors 
And valiantly fight for the 
Future of this war torn land.
Face death and conquer
The uncertain future -
Remove the crushing weight
Of chaos from this world.

A pair of soft, concerned eyes
Gaze into the face of the future,
Turn away and show no weakness.
You always wear your heart on your sleeve,
And in war you are no different -
A paragon of light in this crimson darkness.

Omniscient, your eyes miss nothing,
And your faith begins to waver in the face
Of this man - the one who promised to
Bring your dreams to fruition. 
Can he truly bring peace to this chaos?

Sound the drums,
Raise the tattered banners
And bloody flags.
Tonight we march into hell,
Waves of men clash against 
Each other like angry waves
With overwhelming blood lust.

Turn your head and weep.
The man you have served for
Twenty years has become something
Else entirely - he has lost sight of his promise.

Gaze into his eyes, those cold,
Commanding eyes soften with warmth,
A sign that he still remembers 
His promise to you.
Of all the words unspoken,
His love and appreciation for you
Fills the deepest sea and 
Smothers his beating heart.

Sound the drums,
Raise the tattered banners 
And bloody flags.
Turn your eyes up toward
The crystal sky above,
Look anywhere but
At the slitting of throats
And disembowelment of enemies -
Do not lose the last of 
Your sweet innocence. 

As the chaos dies down,
The air is filled with an uneasy silence
And the stench of death.
The battle has been won,
But the war still rages.
This land, so long divided,
Must one day unite.
How much longer until
There is peace under
These blue skies of heaven?

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