Art of War

The pen is no match for the sword

But actions speak louder than words

The warrior, so adored

While literature is abhorred!

Such is so, 

in a world where war is an art

This medium rips us apart!

Every day I open my eyes

Only to see, in blood be baptized

Peace, the impossible prize

A cease to our earthly demise

I seek to find the light

To relieve me of my plight

Surrounded by worldly sin

And to die is to let the enemy win

Such is so,

When our sons don't grow old

Such is so,

When your body grows cold

The pen is slain!

The sword cleaves it in two

The nights of hell, they ride again

Their hooves, they are beating to you

Where will you go?

Where will you seek asylum?

Asylum is eternity,

And you are next in line

Such is so