It seems there were gaping incisions made long before we'd begun.
Mistakes at the hands of our fathers that call us to arms.
The property must be protected from these preposterous claims.
Thus the existence of life now depends on us laying it to waste.
WE WERE SO WRONG.
And so we carry on.
These dice always land in their favor. Those listening, so say us all.
Let slip the dogs of our three-sided complex and watch as they fall.
We hear them cry havoc all along, yet we still carry on.
WE WERE SO FAR GONE.
We beg for the sustenance of war (blood and soil).
There's blood on the ground but they need more.
Give what we ask you for.