Disclaimer: No, I don't own Transformers. Just several toys and comics and the like. The song (Innocent) is by Fuel. Beautiful song. Really.

Innocent
By: Kyron

Honor. Glory. Sacrifice.

A Code of Conduct.

Words to live by.

Words to die by.

They taught us that there is Honor to be had in battle. Glory to be achieved by our leaders. Sacrifices by us to help them attain that glory.

I believed it. Every single bit of it.

Until now.

Satan, you know where I lie
Gently I go, into that good night
All our lives get complicated
Search for pleasures overrated
Never armed our souls
For what the future would hold
We were innocent

No. Now, I know that it's all a lie. All a farce. But I'm powerless to stop it. Useless.

Played my part and now I'm being tossed to the way-side.

There is no honor, no glory. Only sacrifice.

Like lambs to the slaughter.

Human phrase, that. It's fitting. Sending those of us too stupid or too brainwashed in to be cut down by the first defensive assault. Clever move.

No, there is no glory in death as we've been taught. No honor in dying in battle. The battle has already moved on. And here we are, left alone.

I can hear some of those who are younger than myself. First battle. First chance.

Last breath.

I can hear it all. But I can do nothing. I can't even move myself.

Angels, lend me your might
Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
All those colors long since faded
All our smiles all confiscated
Never were we told
We'd be bought and sold
When we were innocent

Senseless. All of it. A war gone so long that neither side knows who started it or why.

But they won't end it. Neither side. Both are wrong, both are right. But who is to judge this? Who is to pick the winning side? The one with the most dead? Or the one with the most living?

One species, two races.

I don't understand anymore.

Everything I've ever been taught about battle and glory and honor has been false. Who is to say that what I've been taught about our so-called "enemy" is right?

I have no right to judge them. Nor they me.

This prayer is for me tonight
This far down that line and still ain't got it right
And while confessions not yet stated
Our next sin is contemplated
Never did we know
What the future would hold
Or that we'd be bought and sold
We were innocent

Heh, I guess it's painfully poetic for me to sit here and contemplate things that I can't control. Never could.

No. All I can do now is hear the frightened and panicked cries from the others. All I can do is stare hopelessly at the growing pool of fluid around me. It's all I can do to keep my processor going for just a bit longer.

It's all I can…

Innocent