Mars

In the future, there will be no war

The loneliness outside

And the stones cry out for mercy

Will they see the Lord

The prophecy grows sight

As it is written

I am the God of war

I reside in every creature

Dispose of the future

Or put away your sword

Until the future

There will only be war

The ugliness inside

And after all the devastation

Will we see the Lord

As it is written

I am the future

I am the God of war

I reside in every creature

Dispose of the future

Or put away your sword