The blood spills; fade to smoking gun.
Strong will stand while the weak shall run.
The end grows near as time rolls on.
Foul smell of shit in the light of dawn.
Engines hum as onslaught advances,
Metal meets meat as fire, smoke dances.
Death collects this killings due penance,
Whilst living endure life's new hindrance.
Unwelcome now as life's blood sprays,
And sights unclean through wrathful gaze.
When dust settles, all becomes clear.
Woe, not wrath, but blinded by fear.
Awakened now, in this warm embrace,
Beads of cold sweat drip down my face.
Vivid phantoms from the past now haunt,
And scarlet visage' seem beckon, and taunt.
In sandy fields of both space and time;
A most holy sin, a most crime-less crime,
And still this grievous sentence now carried,
For in those fields, a piece of me is buried.
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