Hollow cries of angry men
Drowning in God’s mud — And then
A shell that breaks the quiet morn
Of muddy, bloody, Lives forlorn.
This war of Ambiguity,
To set the righteous oh, so free
Will empty all the blood of thee —
Your skin forever torn.
So cough your mustard guts — O Man
Of God with sword and gun,
And be the man who lives to tell — this Hell!
The only one.