Analysis of working on a genocide.

He stood with his gun-
Lazer guided, just for fun.
Shooting down angels made of gray,
On the last of his hay days.

Watch as words twist round,
like warfaring barb wire-
Set up just to protect his crumbling empire.

Your hand is for hire.
Your mind is on fire.
Your soul has no more room for heart fulfilling desire.

Floating aimlessly in the cities sea's,
waiting for an answer to match morality.
But
A belief is a belief
and
Lies can be truth.
Need more be said,
For all the bodies have spoken
and
Death was his will,
That is the proof.

A madman set loose,
Controling minds for his own-
Criminal use,
No one stood up to the abuse,
All following broken promises to the end of noose.

The war was fought
and
Hell begot,
A demon who fought,
The peace of mans tranquil thoughts.