Many pawns, millions and billions, call them up to war.  The blind, the lame. the Deaf, the mute, call them just the same. 

Supply them all with black uniforms, and cover for their face.  Pass out the weapons, and be generous.  Quicken your steady pace.  Arm them freely, as even you have received.  Overload them with the royalty of their king.

Even now you approach the sound of battle.  The ranks are drunk with feverish loyalty.  They have been well fed on the things they love to ingest.

Two men will appear.  Two men will die.  You will praise the one who has kept you slave; sending gifts to one another with great thanks.

Soon, men of the world, you will be visited by your foes.  They will speak with great authority.  You will be tormented and hate them with vicious hatred.

They will unleash horrible torment upon you.  And you will all agree their death is warranted.  They disturb your peaceful sleep.  They rob you of the pride of life. 

They speak against your ways with venomous tongues.  Your men and women and children will fear what is next to come.  “Yes!”  You will say.  “These two must die!”

Prepare for war!  Then be prepared to be astonished.

You will give them no honor, even in their death.  But the Living God will honor them with life.