I wonder why chaos is in this place, Rivers of blood engrave the ground, Marked is this place forever more, Bodies pile on this field, Which crumbles of old ruins surround, Life is meaningless here, For life on this field is put out like a light, For only the strong survive, All around men wish for peace, Yet when night comes peace will not, As night settles in balls of fire, Light the sky as bright as a day, Hot metal sears the bodies of the men on this field of death, Men wish for peace yet peace is not given, They themselves do not give peace, They continue to send hot searing metal through the air, Dying men lay on the ground, Gasping for breathe and howling in pain, Till the fire in their hearts and souls stops burning, Never to burn again, Destruction and death is what it is, It is war.
Arthela · Sat May 26, 2007 @ 02:22am · 0 Comments |