From The Lab

Prepare The Dogs For War

The time has come to sound the horn,
Bear your arms and weather the storm,
Question if you have what it takes,
Break a sweat to deny those thoughts,
For when the future takes its shape,
There'll be no time between those shots,
The moment when all reason's gone,
Will be the time your called upon.

Pray for your chosen faith, rejoice,
In hopes that something heard your voice,
Ignore the violent ravages,
Stand back to back with your Judas,
Grow comfortable with savages,
And swim with the barracudas,
When hours pass into long days,
You'll see the viewpoints of the crazed.

Find ways to justify all needs,
Exhale gently and draw a bead,
Execute, as good soldiers do,
And improve those little talents,
The oldest sin is nothing new,
So just overcome the challenge,
Lie down and try to sleep the sleep
Of innocence and counted sheep.