War

War is a whore A playground for power Measured by the hour It keeps a hellish score Killing both victim and victor Boldly calls it the price For the other not playing nice Offers no insight, no foresight before Destroys the gate, ransacks the store Eliminates, purges, holds nothing back Reform in dead eyes and jaws gone slack Personalizes spilled blood and fresh gore Burns the building down to the floor Feels more for concept than for life Dancing on the edge of the knife

Scorns peace-come-calling, refer missing door SP