Oh, brother, can you believe what we’ve done?
Gripped the life from the thousand dog tags we’ve won.
No, brother, you can’t blame who we’ve become.
We were made to be their pawns,
With our hands red as a fox,
Our stealth is equally sly.
And in one final move I close in and whisper,
“Oh please, fox die!”

Labels fall short of the truth.
I’m not one like you.
Les Enfants Terribles.

We flow the same killing blood,
But you’ll destroy the dam releasing the damning flood.
I hide concealed in the trees,
Praying like the mantis that I will never be seen.
I don’t want this can’t you see?
There’s no sure conclusion that is scripted in our genes.
I’d fly with just a little push,
But you sliver with your silver tongue to pull me, call me,
Falling to fight, my flight stifled by your need to take another life.
One last attack and I can only hope that we both will die

You chose this.
I resist.
Death forgives.