Angels with Machine Guns

"So much blood,
Cadavers in the flood,
Of things begging to be left alone, from the trenches, from their shivering bones.

So much blood,
So much catastrophe,
So little time to properly end this with me.

In times of turmoil and melodramatic malignance, I struggle to be I.

I am hungry, but that does not matter,
I am hungry, hence I rape, pillage and plunder,
I am hungry, but this is not about my hunger.

This is about my honour.

No, I am not poor and destitute,
Although all I have left is my ragged boot.

No, I am not alone and require self-affirmation,
My duty is to nobility and self-determination.

This is not about my flesh,
This is for my soul,
This is not because I am a monster,
I am doing this for my honour.

OUR HONOUR."

The worst propaganda, is the propaganda we tell ourselves.