Fighting For Peace is Like F-ing For Virginity (1)

Spacious Tall and tenacious Places Crawl with anxious Audacious young faces Who’ve acquired a taste For what their superior hates They're told their life is a waste Unless they enroll And dole death with haste Taking less than one breath per soul Dehumanize for the full prize of its toll (Tho the part how war’s Reward are lies For the footmen with swords and knives) They bore and tore so many lives I’ve got this feeling they’d rather have died themselves Pried from their shells Before they had ever repelled from the smells Of hell they swore to ward off an infidel But who can tell but them? Just a guess Just a suit I assume to wear to test its hem Just to see if it’ll tear from now until when The system Is set to install again They sprawl With plans they solve By the hands Of the fall man They pull roots from suitable soil-- Skin from their skull bases And attach them to Our liaison of freedom And drink with the sinking teeth of treason I’m attacking who Created heads That imbed to have fed the legion (Cont.)