Taps

Prayers written on hollow bullets
and sent up to God
Flying on broken wings
an unanswered prayer
ends where angels begin.

A death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million's an answer from God
As he reads the blue wound
penetrating his consciousness
He transfers his scar
To those who sing in tune with his.

Justify by a stronger community
The blood turns the wheel
that generates electricity to
power sinners who praise their bomb
as a God, and get sent to Hell
For Heaven was rejected.

The snake who bore the apple to Eve
was only honoring God's will
And as children sing to the war and death march of Christ
Death becomes the norm
And God becomes the Saint.