War Pigs

Pigs gather
For the slaughter
A thousand bodies
Sacrificed,

Limbs clutter
In their masses
Humans forfeit
Freedom- Christ,

The sinners gone
Now covered up
The pigs won this
Distillation

And snouts to clouds
Bloody trotters
Turn heads to
Constellation

There human
Souls have gone to rot
And let the pigs
Remain

You have to covet
Deepest morals
To understand their
Pain

But pigs have blossomed
Deeper meaning
And the world is truly
Theirs

They had to kill off
Every human
To make God hear
Their prayers

The pigs were drowning
In mud-baths
Slave to human
Want and need

But now with the
Purification,
The pigs can all begin
To bleed

Bleed tears of love
And fury
Burning war machines
Each one

And God has come
To ease their hunger
Each pigs wish-
A gun.