Carthage Cloud

They are sentenced to death
For living on hostile soil.
They shouldn't have been born there:
Somewhere else they'd be your own.
It might've been one of us.
I but chance not to know them.
For anyone you'd care as little:
Your war's on all humanity.
You know not who you kill;
To you they all look the same.
And lives are just a harvest,
To trade for the greater goods.
Even knights had more honor:
Their enemies were armed.
This isn't war but execution,
A holocaust 'neath open skies.
Shuffle the cards at random,
We're dealt into your hands.
Draw a lot from the billions:
The world's a shooting gallery.
Nothing would've stopped you,
As if you just happened to them.
You might as well be a machine:
Whatever happens can't stop you.
But you are no natural disaster,
On a collision course with life.
You're as indifferent as the dead:
Naught that lives is as unworthy to.
We remember who the enemy is –
And it we never will forget:
The enemies of all life
Kill those they do not know.
Your anger may target any,
To rest there but for instants —
But ours does not change,
And it will last into forever.
Go hide in your herd:
We will bide our time.
You will stay in our sight;
In dreams we'll still be there.
To all those who have the blood
Of innocents on their hands,
Wherever you come from,
Or think you fought for:
We will meet again in hell,
And we will mind no pain,
When we stoke your fires,
If it be with our bare hands.
You'll not know how fire quivers
Until you feel it from our limbs.
When they tear with all their force
Through every layer of your flesh.
You will know the debt is paid,
When the wheel has gone full circle.
And we will so enjoy ourselves
That we'll never want a heaven.

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