The kinslayer

For whom the gun tolls
For whom the pray weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
Their only comfort 
Kill your friend, I don't care 
No need to forgive 
No truth no sense left to be followed
Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend 
Time to die, poor mates, you made me what I am 
In this world of a million religions everyone prays the sameway
"Your praying is in vain, it'll all be over soon"
"There is no God, our creed is but for ourselves"
"Our species eat the wounded ones"
Drunk with the blood of your victims 
I do feel your pity wanting pain
Good wombs hath borne bad sons
Falling for every lie
Survivors guilt in
Us forever more 
Peoples dwell in hypocrisy
How were we supposed to know? 
Your praying is in vain, it'll all be over soon!