Sights are seen amidst screams of torture and loss
A species on its final leg, lasting but for one final breath, fouled by feces
Yelling to God, demanding mercy, begging for understanding
Lying prostate before the storm
Slaughtered like lambs by the truths once shut out by fearful eyes
They throw themselves willingly before the God who has forsaken them
A knife, spilled blood, a corpse face down in mud
Food for the new dominant creatures, and you...
You stand there with blank expression
Crippled by fear, blinded by tears
Wishing back those years of nods and false smiles
The beers and the laughter, belief in hereafter
It has all come to this, a dagger in our back
And your hand on the hilt
It has all gone away, the cheap pleasures, the comforting distractions
It has all gone your way, and regret is your only companion in death