Part I: The Eyes of God – Tears for the Innocents
In the cradle of creation, where stars were born from My breath,
I gaze upon the fields of war, stained red with fragile death.
Little ones, My sparks of light, with laughter pure as dawn,
Snuffed out in blasts of thunder, their futures cruelly gone.
Their souls ascend like whispered prayers, soft wings against the storm,
Tiny hands that clutched at life, now cold, forever warm
In My eternal embrace. Oh, children of the dust,
Why must your innocence be crushed beneath the heels of lust?
For power, for borders drawn in sand, for greed’s insatiable maw,
You perish in the crossfire, breaking every sacred law.
I weep rivers that flood the earth, My heart a shattered throne,
Each child’s cry echoes in heaven – they were never alone.
Yet in their eyes, I see forgiveness, a grace beyond the pain,
Reminding Me of hope reborn, like spring after the rain.
But woe to those who orchestrate this symphony of loss,
Their reckoning awaits in silence, beneath My endless cross.
Part II: The Eyes of the Devil – Grins for the Profiteers
Ah, behold the blackened hearts, my cherished kin of night,
War’s merchants in their towers, cloaked in shadows, out of sight.
They count their coins like rosaries, each drop of blood a gem,
Feeding on the chaos, turning hell into a hymn.
I watch them with delight, these souls as dark as mine,
Profiting from orphans’ tears, from widows’ endless whine.
Their factories hum with devil’s fire, forging chains of steel,
While children fall like autumn leaves – oh, what a splendid deal!
Greed’s sweet nectar fills their veins, ambition’s poisoned wine,
They whisper deals in boardrooms, where morality declines.
No remorse in their cold gaze, just ledgers fat with gain,
Each bomb a burst of laughter, each grave a golden chain.
Come closer, my dear profiteers, embrace your inner void,
For in your blackest souls, my kingdom is employed.
War is but our playground, and you, my favoured toys,
Reaping harvests of despair, drowning out the heavenly noise.
In the end, when empires crumble and the last shot fades away,
You’ll find me waiting, grinning – for you’ve paved my eternal way.
