What if every single human who now lives, does so because another died
What if infanticide, murder, unjust war were forms of human sacrifice
What gods could be pleased with the vile and empty taking of lives
Who would be satisfied by our cruel choice of human genocide?
For money, lust, or hatred, we bow to gods who revel in our madness
What if we stopped, took responsibility, and refused the rising tide
By refusing to kill, whatever the circumstances, for it is now time
