-Dedicated to wolfgirl155

Blood falls.
Night Calls.
A sickening breeze.
Sweeps through the trees.
A Signal, if not a blood bath.
Men fall.
Duty calls.
As police brace themselves as bombs tear down buildings.
World War 3.
Death and Siree'ns.
Blast through the Los Angelos streets.
Bodies Fall.
Children Call.
Finding nothing but their own echo.
As the Military pull up.
A single missle flares up.
As millions stare upon, awed.
Blood splashes.
As Death itself lashes.
A single man.
.22 in hand.
Ties his bandana as he sprints outside.

Japan laughs.
Germany weeps.
Russias Awe.
Chinas gaw.
Mexicos Cornered.
Indias bordered.


As America tears apart.


The man dashes outside.
Wincing, in his demise.
He raises his gun.
Bullets fly.
Towards a guy.
An innocent man.
Wallet in hand.
His hands fly up.
His limp body flies backwards.
As photos of his lost family fall.

A single tear.
Glistening in fear.
Falls down his cheek.
As he reads his mii'stake.
He ponders at life.
As he pulls out a knife.
And takes his own life.
With a swift jerk to the heart.

America falls.
As bombs collide.
Airal attacks.
Infantry no match.
As unstoppable armies march into the War.


A single Nuke.
Soars through the sky.
The Russians flag,
Marked in the side.
They've kept to quiet all those years.
I suppose now they only shall tear the fear.
The end of life.
Has come a'dew.
World War 3
Has come a new.