Scarlet sunsets,

Flaming sands,

Blood-red roads lead to oblivion.

Mountains hide 

The wretched screams

Torn from a people

Who never again would dream.

 

Peering through the sands of time,

A vicious god 

Holds the people to their crime. What is

This treachery? This endless battle 

With no cause in sight? A Holy Land

Laid bare with the ravages of war. 

 

In days of old, he was the God of War-

Cunning, ruthless, and vile. 

But always did he fight 

With a purpose and a people at his back. 

It brings him no joy

To see children starved, families 

Torn apart, cities leveled, and 

Promises broken. 

 

So dream, my child,

Wherever you may be.

The people have broken you, let

You down, trod upon your kin.

Dream in the hallowed halls

Of heaven, for you will not 

Dream on Earth again. 

 

He is helpless here,

For the people have forgotten

He is the God 

Of noble war.