finding solace in the chaos of the battlefield
a lone sociopath watches people kill each other
this lone sociopath is me
and I love the bass
the mystic symphonies of the sirens
which other people find ear splitting
is what soothes me to sleep
Comparing your prophet with mine
even when both are apostles of the same Entity
is as pointless as either side of an egg
As pointless as this so called war on terror
I am a dancer in the dark
dancing to the rhythm of eternal moonlight
Who am I kidding?
Moonlight is not eternal
but neither are sorrows and agonies
healed will be all wounds
as will cease all the sounds
from the battlefield which the sociopath watches
All wars come to an end
Why did they even start at all?