No Excuse

No Excuse


There is an ideology, running rampant throughout the world,
Of contrary views and violence upon violence is hurled.

To silence voices opposite of their own,
And to make the world cringe and moan.

This ideology is repugnant to gods even lesser than their sword,
Yet by blood spilled, it is believed in a gained reward.

There is no excuse for those who kill,
It or of itself rates an enormous bill

To be paid with their own, to drink it if they must,
And be pierced with their own sword is it thus thrust.

No excuse can every repay, the loss of innocent blood,
But judges they be, and their sustenance is made of mud.

To do honor to a higher power, is the loss of one's own
And cannot be counted by the breaking of another's bone.

Any given excuse is not an excuse at all,
Nor is it a reason, but that of their own downfall.

Discounting the past, the future is straight ahead,
Where one lives in time is a choice to grasp or dread.

The comet of God is dispatched even now,
From the edge of the universe, with justice its final vow.

Those who excuse their killing of another,
Will to the ground, their faces smother.

Pain is temporary - justice is forever.
The killer's life from eternity, will God sever.

Whose gall assumes God's role by brandishing a sword,
All the while proclaiming to follow the voice of the Lord?

A killer's lord is himself a killer,
And certainly not an unbreakable pillar.

A killer's choice is their pact and truce
Time will reveal honestly - killers with no excuse.