Drums of War

the drums of war beat with great heat and passion
the fire of the battlefield roars and the land is filled with the stench of death
there is no longer a place for us to hide
for the drums of war have begun to beat
and slowly it commences its beat
slowly the rage of man starts to rise
and slowly death eats away at time
and slowly all shall be concealed by the darkness
and forever the drums will beat
as such the covers of night shades us with its coat
and we can no longer see the light
for we are seeing all through blind eyes
and the drums still beat and slowly it beats away and slowly it plays with man
we are playing God in a dwelling that is not heaven
great fires of hell have engulf the land and the earth is no longer sacred
it is then that the people will wish for the drums to halt
and for when a time comes
when the drums beat faster and faster
and then we can only look to Him for such a haven for we can no longer save ourselves …from ourselves…