• Through stained glass eyes we see reflected,
    Candy coated verus we neglected.
    A battle field turns groteque and sickly,
    As life is ended so very quickly.
    Destiney holds in wait,
    Our jorney through blood stained gates.
    Coffin beds,
    And our lost heads.
    Lie in contagous curiousity.
    What is death in this our life?
    An escape from disease, terror, and strife.
    What is fear in the great place?
    Aside from the reflected mirrored face?
    Smiling down upon the victor,
    Covered in blood as death comes quicker.
    Ending lives in the name of Lord,
    Fighting off the filing horde.
    Through stained glass eyes we see reflected,
    All that we have kept neglected.