ADHDnoJutsu

My land is burning once again for gold and god it is weeps in pain and as I gaze at what remains I ask myself: what have they gained? Fathers lost and brothers dead corpses laced with burning lead. And, as the same old path we tread, the coming future I do dread. Why do they fight? "For land and god!" they answer me with flame and rod and I find it mighty odd as our land is drenched in their spilled blood. What god allowes this decadence that tears the land with ashen lance? I ask the soldiers, so entranced that on the brink of madness dance. They answer me, they give a name "Our god gives glory! Brings us fame! The heathens are the o