War is Coming

I smell it on the wind.

I see it in the air; gun smoke and target practice

The oceans are stirring because of a red sea

a red sea of fishers

fishers not of men

fishers of violence

War.

Red is Coming

Red will pour from you and me

Red will make us pray for a sign

Stand.

Do not let this wave go unnoticed

Pray.

Make a sound, and warn them

Kneel.

Only God can help us now

War.

Is.

Coming.

Can you hear the canary sing?