When you dress in the raiment's of war
And bathe in innocents' blood
The is a price to pay as sins accrue
For crimes against the most defenseless of humanity
The devil must have his due.

Their moans will strangle your words
Their screams deafen your ears
Their ghosts will rise from the ground
Into the river of darkness
You will be thrown
To drown forever in children's tears

When you slaughter without conscience
Let us speak frankly the choice was left up to you
Preferring to sit by evils side
Even after given fair warning
Now the devil must have his due.

@ All Rights Reserved Tammy M. Darby June 5, 2024.