In Pieces, Find Their Rest
War is a competition designed by those who are lodged within the hidden thrones
An extravaganza crafted to remove flesh from a victim's skull and bones
The cause must seed hysteria amongst the unthinking crowd
Never to reveal the truth which is masked inside the demonic shroud
The battleground must be a place that is distant and obscure
Proximity plays a crucial role when presenting a vacation with hell's brochure
The media agenda at liberty to perpetuate deception at all costs
For how could one distinguish between real genocide and fake holocausts
Bullets and bombs engineered to fuel profits for the Cabal's loyal mercenaries
Their story of greed and betrayal never to be revealed in the future's virtual libraries
Politicians will do their best to pay homage to their dead
Instead they are as wolves negotiating peace as two sheep breaking bread
But in the field of battle solders in pieces find their rest
Alongside mutilated and murdered children who from Heaven await to be blessed
For the onlooker, be grateful and remember the days when sorrow did not fall at your feet
Yet be mindful that war is a business where all of humanity falls to defeat
Rest in Peace to those who rest in pieces,
Joseph Pede
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