Man, what makes us sharpen swords
Don flawed armor
And brandish worn shields?
Willing to charge to death without delay,
Clashing against our own reflections.
We stand opposing others,
Who are us with minimal differences.
What is it that brings us face to face with the end?
Woman, what makes us say goodbye,
Releasing knitted grips on husbands,
Gladly sacrificing the security of family
to fight against gasping dead
Why do we freely follow the devil’s tail?
Humanity, what is the noble ideal?
The goal since Genesis,
An abstract notion that has been
Smeared with the blood of every era.
How many futures have been removed,
Because they sought to uplift this idea.
Why do we support the sacrifice of the soul?
Self, do not be fooled.
Look to the sky with questions,
For unopposed values are
Columns with no foundation;
Puropose-less displays of products.
This noble ideal, it is the razor blade
Resting in the extended hand,
Waiting to taste your flesh.
I beg thee,
Do not follow the noble ideal.