Standing in the sunshine
Not a worry on his mind
The young man pops the cap on another cold beer
Laughter rules the day
As the sun sinks away
But the horizon is hiding his family's worst fear
A crusade for the masses
The cleansing of the soul
To purify through fire and it's devistating toll
When the call comes down
To his quiet southern town
The only words they hear are "your son has passed on"
All the tears are cried in vain
With the anger and the pain
No god of mine would call to the slaughter
Innocent lives becoming only fodder
Wiping the hope from a once proud land
To dig for oil underneath the sand
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