Act of War

Bleagh!
 Faceless, dissenters in an ambulating swarm
 Boiling from the cloud of us and them
 Hateful, assassins hurling thunder in the storm
 Driven by the differences in men
 Men
 War is on, but never final
 The casualties survive
 Lines are drawn, intangible but
 Combatants, greedy, resharpen the scythe
 Battle horn, the trumpet clearing
 Cacophony of words
 Oaths are sworn, and heads are taken
 Bout is won but nothing has occurred
 Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men
 When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again
 Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride
 What you have created, it's a thrash crime
 Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite
 Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right
 Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine
 Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime
 Keening, the vultures on the body-littered earth
 Picking at the carcasses of peers
 Sated, each cackling a new line to the verse
 Only half-attending what it hears
 Wages cost, shame is crushing
 Compounded by the din
 All is lost, a head is hanging
 Confidences shattered for his sin
 Teeming sea, the colosseum
 A circus for the dogs
 Willingly, the victims enter
 To take part in a violent dialogue
 Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men
 When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again
 Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride
 What you have created, it's a thrash crime
 Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite
 Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right
 Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine
 Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime
 It's a thrash crime
 You are judged and sentenced to burn... yeah
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 Blargh