Enabler

I raised my glass

You raised your hand

We raised this false light

Like a child in no-man's-land

We slid away from Veritas

Immersed in our Vanitas

Fed into our kindnesses 

The thorns of acrid spite

Short-lived, the name of Hope

In all those shades of blackest night

We cursed ourselves for winning

The war against the veil

The Cloth of all that spelled Beginning

The blood between the frost and hail

And not forgetting honour

That flame so long snuffed out

In the souls and words of holy men

Its end was brought about

By the dead pursuits 

Of soldiers' boots

On the skulls of little ones

Such guilt would tear us all apart

As we oil and load our guns

To bring about our changes

Our glorious revolts

Misguided from inception

To what ends in vile jolts

Of death's scarlet encroachment

As it washes, crushes lungs

Breaking bones and burning homes

While we provide it all the funds

To move in aimless motion

To keep our numbers down

Congratulations, Comerades

You've had your way and drowned.