An ode to the fruitlessness of war, graphic and emotional. |
"In Order Of Possessions" Destiny calls the powers dead fall rows and fortified lands Putrid death rank bodies lying falling to the bloodiest hands Stranger fields come roam and laughter, swords appraise life Daggers scream to wasted forms as more blood fills the knife Killing treads of tasteless vilety spread out as if “Thy Kingdom Come” For evil ways have bitter stays since that garden where we’re from Clinging to the dastard feats is longing for that wilted end Sing our songs strangers, foes, and become our deadly friends. Lifting threads of soldiers bodies faces torn and jagged lay Clotting parts of distant skies while our heroes black fly away With withered shadows reaping the hollows one strategy is lost As Earth upon this tomorrowed day has embraced its holocaust Homes sweet homes are fallen fists in our thoughts beware Judgment stands and lifts its fists to the horizons that spark aware Of the coming, calling, deeds and seeds, an ending of our rights Fires brow shreds the day and true blackness here alights. Hailing fire spiral clouds and locust move to our damnation For here we all call the war and thrive within its nation Life shall go on empty souls as mountains churn for future lore Dragging tales and legends forth that give us the name of war Evening by and morning blue hell is midnight that grasps inane In every thought is an echo, a summons for our perpetual pain Laughing to the rivers red who shall calm the chill When the end has told us fair and we refuse to still? |