Imagine

Imagine a world where nothing is real

Neither adrenaline rush or pain can you feel

All you experience is outside of yourself

You imagine and and perceive what you think you feel

Trembling hands steadied by steel

We can't imagine a world or how it can be

Our existence hinging on fate our will determined to be free

It's within this frame that we all struggle

It's the source of our drive

It's what we seek to escape

The fear of the bottom

The hope and will to be great

We wake up everyday with the goal of winning it all

Gaining the entire world only to throw it all away

Just so that we may feel the rush that happens when we seize another day

The terror filled thoughts of dying so young

The indoctrination of rule number one

The understanding that surviving comes by way of the gun

And accepting the fact that you do or you're done

The defeat of a nation

Its setting sun

The elation of victory and knowledge you've won

Not words in service of a clever debate

But the flash of light and spinning lead

Sent to the enemy to whom you cannot relate

Your aim true to seal their fate

The creation of stories to explain what's divine

To win their allegiance to boast that they're mine

For what purpose and in whose name

Pursue what pleasure

Inflict what pain

Relieve the pain

Create your God

It's in His name

Open your arms to the world and tilt your face to the sun

Take us to Heaven and show us the face of God

Is He reflected within us or is it all a masterful fraud

The terror and fear engulf all that is real

But when the terror subsides and washes away

And the hard inner core is all that remains

We accept and realize that this is the way

Seeing through to what's always been true

Life is a game of who rules who

Fearlessness now is all that is real

They push themselves to their limits so they no longer can tell if it's pain or pleasure they feel

The trucks and the guns

The planes and the ships

Our ships and planes driven to new lands

The killing of my fellow man

The quest for resources to build more frames

The events of my life, my little world, preoccupied as I am cause me to no longer understand

But I can't wait to do it all again

So early, so early, so early in the morning

No it is not my lot to reason why it is my fate to follow the bullet and to do and die

We see the ending and the unjustness of it all but it provides such a thrill

And desperate hope that it's something only I'll have to experience so my son never will

But if I deprive my son the necessity to fight this vicious struggle I fear he'll fall to those who know this world well

Seeing your progeny extinguished is the very definition of hell

For isn't the violence the reason I'm here?

And losing my ability to defend or conquer is my true fear?