We stood, our backs to the dead,
salty with battle,
some of us dying yet.
It was satisfying, our god's victory.
"Thou shalt not kill," said a bloody voice,
but our backs were turned
and we could not discern whether
He smirked, or scowled, or wept.
We stood, our backs to the dead,
salty with battle,
some of us dying yet.
It was satisfying, our god's victory.
"Thou shalt not kill," said a bloody voice,
but our backs were turned
and we could not discern whether
He smirked, or scowled, or wept.