An arabian disguise, holding soldiers in straight lines.
Tomorrow will be a mind-field, so be open to each step
or walk across heads ready to climb into a death bed.
But before night fall we call to the creator of craters
"Oh dear Lord,
ignore my ignorance. I'm praying for victory
over our enimies. Watch over your troops,
bring them home soon. God bless America
and damn anyone against us,
in the name of Jesus. Amen."
Who's more holy in a war were both sides
claim spiritual consent and incentives to heaven?
will you fight for salvation or ninety nine virgins?
purge this world of heathens, leave your penance
for repentance and redeem the hearts of men.
We've made religion fit like a geenie in a God bottle;
rub your bibles, sing the songs of marty's children.
Then become a saint, a sacred sinner but one to model.
With a pistol clasped between praying hands
we seek the only known roaming promised land.
Can we plan a last stand before hope disbands
and our bones sink slow into a vacant desert sand..