God's Work

As night turns to day
I see the swords of man
Weilding wildly about
Slicing through the air
Slashing the flesh of man
Man killing man
Doing God's work
Judging without justification
Slaughtering humanity
Stomping the corruption
Grinding into the ground
The Devil's seeds
Seperating the good from the evil
Casting out the weak
Gathering the masses of strength
The hands of fate
Ruling the lands
The man of God arises
Bloodied canvas of grass
Beneath his feet
Good book in hand
Gripping his faith
Holding a silent vigil
For souls lost in battle
At his feet
One man's cry
To his side he kneels
Hand in hand
Together they pray
Opening heaven's gates
Stairways full
Rising slowly
Lifting tortured souls
From their earthbound hell
A golden winged angel
Guiding forth
A new existence
For all eternity

will we stop this someday?