Should I run from what is surely coming?
Escape the fuse that marks the warring
To worry later what I have left behind,
A new order fought against the kind.
Would it matter if I were to stay?
A warrior for what I once believed
Fighting among the trenches of the gray,
A choiceless mind that was decieved.
Could I change what happens now?
A moment collected for a sign
Revealing that there is a how,
To follow strategy across a line.
Can I really do it with my will?
Find the source of what has been wrought
And bring my cause down to a kill,
I am the one who must be stopped
Until my own heart is still.