Quip no more

Shadow of nails on the Cross.
Wars like diamonds..expensive,useless,hard,yet we must have more and more.
The human is descended from the most aggressive apes as they would mate more often..we will always have wars until the end of the world…which may be getting nearer.
War,I can quip no more.
Take my hand and help me cross the big Quiver I feel coming up…
I’m all worn out like an old rag…throw me into your washing machine,Lord and use some strong soap on me..I need a change.
Wash me with your holy river or send me home and get your money back,Lord