Stripped clean of empathy.
Of kindness, decency,
Of patience for fools.
Hammered, melted.
Hardened, made razor sharp.
Life makes us weapons.
Unknown Forces shape us,
Aim us at targets we'll never understand,
Much less KNOW.
Someone tell me WHY.
Tell me why we must be weapons.
Why destruction is needed,
Where creation is not.
Quenched in blood,
Forged in hatred.
Blood in, blood out.
And all we hear is laughter.
The laughter of insane, alien Gods.