As History Would Have It - Artifex Pereo

Sentries are on the bluff

You would be wise to not be the last

Soldier in this line as we make our way through this brush

How did we get so pinned down

To have to fight all and nothing at once?

Rot sets in from trenches dug with our cold, bare hands

The rain’s burning through the roof

Made from lies a bullet can’t touch and

Brothers look in each other’s eyes

For reasons to make the reasons just

The ground never felt so cold

The barrels of our guns get too hot to hold

We wouldn’t dare put them down

It’s best that we don’t stand up In a war from which no one is exempt

We were told before we left to repent

I watched the smoke smother the lost politics

And fade away into the crisp, mourning air

Centuries are in the dust

We are no more wise to see through glass

Cases displaying the ways history had with us How did we get so pinned down?

Dying to fight and fighting to die?

Rotting in the trench that’s dug, every time, by and by Memory is best kept short and sweet

In a world that is quick to forget

Memory is best kept short and sweet

In a world that is quick to forget you