Faith Mission

We are all the same, soldiers or pilgrims
The nightmares are gone
I’m feeling at peace within
Outside is a lake, black waters surrounding
Our ark as a nest
We’re quietly preparing
Following
The innate orders
If you want peace, prepare for war
If you want peace, prepare for war
If you want peace, prepare for war
If you want peace, prepare for war
Like many children encased in a womb
We are getting stronger, devices of doom
A cog in the machine, forgetful of odds
(But why am I feeling like I’m a betrayer?)
A hammer of fate in the hands of the gods
(But why the revulsion, the mysterious fear?)
Becoming
Relentless soldiers