The Kinslayer

For whom the gun tolls
 For whom the prey weeps
 Bow before a war
 Call it religion
 Some wounds never heal
 Some tears never will
 Dry for the unkind
 Cry for mankind
 Even the dead cry
 Their only comfort
 Kill your friend, I don't care
 Orchid kids, blinded stare
 Need to understand
 No need to forgive
 No truth no sense left to be followed
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 Facing this unbearable fear
 Like meeting an old friend
 Time to die, poor mates
 You made me what I am!
 In this world of a million religions
 Everyone prays the same way
 Your praying is in vain
 It'll all be over soon
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 Father help me
 Save me a place by your side! (There is no god)
 Our creed is but for ourselves
 Not a hero unless you die
 Our species eat the wounded ones
 Drunk with the blood of your victims
 I do feel your pity-wanting pain
 Lust for fame, a deadly game
 Run away with your impeccable kin!
 Good wombs hath borne bad sons
 Cursing, God, why?
 Falling for every lie
 Survivors' guilt
 In us forevermore
 Fifteen candles
 Redeemers of this world
 Dwell in hypocrisy
 How were we supposed to know?