with seductive tenderness
you kill millions
to save one
to condemn one
to imprisonment
in the end saving none
blind to the failure of reasoning
we only transcend
to keep the value unchanged
an exchange of chains
so heavy hands
can turn the hourglass
yet again
and this is all we ever do
trading the many for the few
we follow the model
devastate the gardens
for a single plant
you call this blossoming of beauty
this is endless repetition
of creation and destruction
from the same mold
once mother nature is tired of it all
her children will see
the most violent kiss good night
I kill millions to save one
for a grave beneath the sun
a shared privilege
of faded memory
rolling our days up that hill
we are one, yet alone
pushing the tomb stone,
none other but our own
so when you kill millions to save one
between love and war,
the line is slim to none,
but you cannot close the door
and you cannot choose
what to keep and what to lose
and neither can they
thus we learn and we teach to betray
send them all to race for survival
brothers and sisters turned rivals
the first one to cross the line will be the anti-messiah
and also the martyr