Faroes 21/9

the grind presents a massacre
Of innocence over evil
Creation must be stomping
Around wondering now how
This battlefield of coastal climes
Clearly regressed to
Earlier times
When medieval warriors
Pillaged raped and spilled
With what is amorality
Marched into the slate grey sea
And ripped into the bodies
Of the pilots swimming free

With selfishness apparent
The opportunist goes to ground
Self-interest being the driving force
The wild axe-grinding sound
Of steel knives into baleen bone
Of rolling surf and crimson foam
Of the mercenaries gleaming tools
And The army of the last ditch fools

Egotistic covetous louts
Leave me actually in no doubts
Reprehensible desires
Open wounds and salting fires
Abandoning the will to give
Another just the right to live
Backsliders as the fall from grace
With blood now spattered across their face
Accursed by all who witness pain
And have to watch it sll again

To the inoffensive undefiled
Above suspicion and beguiled
By creation and her scape
Wild eyes child like thats the shape
Of things to come from islands where
The vicious miscreants always they lie bare
Their manly and obnoxious chests
Blood soaked brains and filthy vests

And their refusal to recant
Hardened sinners how they pant
Writhing waist deep in the blood
Of their leaders caught up in the flood
There will never be atonement here
For they will die in mortal fear
Murdering scum thats all they be
The Faroe islanders obduracy