They’ve trained you in arms and combat but you were a killer all along
You never go after the weak victory lies in destruction of the strong
You attack with a purpose even you can’t explain
Throw a bomb and the victim is always the same
Someone who has finally rebuilt their walls of stone
Someone who is not destined to live in peace because you can’t leave her alone
The bomb goes off and she is trapped beneath the weight
And what is to be her fate
Death or deception a casualty of the war
A traitor of her loyalties just to live some more
You rescue her from death and trade it for a half life
Memories of the weight on her heart causes strife
Stockholm syndromes eventually kicks in
Perhaps the war of her heart is one you can win
Bend the reality to your will
String her along until you’ve had your fill
Then you are off to create more devastation
To a brand new land and recently rebuilt nation
Leaving behind clouds of smoke and immeasurable sorrow
Traitors to be hung with the morning light come tomorrow