Prayer for the New Millenium

For more than twenty centuries long
Have we in thy name fought, O Lord
That the heathens (who art wrong)
Might perishto live in glory by the word
That you gave to us in a forgotten glade.
And long have we laboured with bloody sword
And longer shalt we labour with bombs and guns
In peaceful cool and burning hot
In all the lands under all the red suns
Until all the dusky races shalt be thine
And thee (and we) alone hold sway.
And after the apocalypse, fear not O Lamb of Peace
For thou shalt hunger not for blood
When thy word is in every clime.
For then we shall sacrifice each other
And thou shalt have the blood hot and red
Of our friends (not us, but maybe our brother)
For thou art as a Lamb, O lord it is said
And to the Lamb hot blood must be fed.