The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air

Soldier 2

At the front line waiting again,

For someone to show up fighting,

Yet no-one else is here.

Odd.

.

As most of us are Christian

We pray for continued silent lighting,

And that we stay covered at the rear.

Are we a façade?

.

Holding our ground, a Bastian.

A might ring.

In us you'd find no fear

Until you spare the rod,

.

It looks like an empty fountain,

Maintaining no Right thing.

Disappointing and uselessly clear.

I see now, we're a barrel of cod.