By Brind Mittal
The torches have been illuminated
Night shall fall upon us, with the fleeting sight of the sun
We leave at dawn, for the journey ahead
Shall the lord guide us, and destine us to enlightenment
Yet I feel pointless, expendable
In god’s bidding, I myself feel distanced
The cross on my neck, bloodied and dulled
The barbarism and brutality hurting my humility and humanity
We were promised the holy land
And were given a grim bloody war
Our fates sealed, mere tools for the aristocracy, noblemen and so called men of god
We shall all perish, one with the earth in the name of god
By Brind Mittal
So gud 👀