A Glimpse of Our Soldiers

A glimpse of the hot sky above The vibrating sun beats down its blistering drum It's melody scares it's creations below and boils the blood of its soldiers A glimpse of the trashed and scattered The trembling scenery moves it's shifty ground It's sights and sounds leave permanent scars and picks up the men that fight A glimpse of the ill and innocent The stone cold eyes freeze the fear inside It's matter held tightly in time and neither sways or is lost A glimpse of the fellow brethren the angles lift their spirits to the golden clouds It's past creates turmoil for the present and only deepens mans bleeding scars What can your god do to help? Or is this the devil's charging yelp? So who's to save all those soldiers we make From their bones that continue to break Was it the monarch who sent the address? Or the vengeance that coiled up inside us? Controlling every move we spawn Until we finally act on...