Somehow everyone hailed the news of blood and honor
each of them convinced of victory
many of them didn't live to see it
The philosophy of World War was a stinker
it turned living men into mourning shadows
debris in muddy trenches
boneless, lifeless, broken robots
a war the factory way
all of them machines to Der Kaiser
soldiers to him
sons or lovers to loving souls being robbed of love
Victory the war way means blood
blood like rivulets in debris of human bodies
Whoever threw the first stone in the world?
Adam or the Stone Age monkey-man?
Maybe it all can be blamed on the snake?
Or maybe Eve?
Culprits or victims alike may bleed out their soul
sad blood run faster, drowning the world in red
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