The soldiers went to battle hall, their weapons and their minds
Set on the things we dare not say, but destruction in all kinds
On route they went, to lives last stand, to meet their mortal foe
Destruction raged across the land, the likes we don’t want to know

The butterflies, the birds the bees, their day was ever same
A struggle to meet destiny, their death their final day
During their lives, their fights were clear, for food, surviving all
The massacre we see in big, they only see in small

But never would you see them fight, the butterfly in the sky
Nor see you birds that chase this muse, you ever wonder why?
Its not because it isn’t there, we all know that it is.
But picturing the ferocious bird, it doesn’t fit our bliss

Though strange it sounds, I know it does, it seems the truth it is
That though we don’t endorse a war, its natural as a kiss
Our very nature, though much appalled, supports the act of pain
For sick as it sounds, its all around, one man’s loss, another’s natural gain.