We March On

We march towards the war

the clanging of the worn metal prisons is heard throughout the forest

I look around to see the people

some are scarred physically and mentally

with missing limbs and souls

Yet, we march on



We march towards our deaths

for the war is brutal in many ways,

people are slashed with mighty steel

despite fighting with zeal,

they're hung, torn, and ravaged

Yet, we march on



We march towards the salvation of others

saving the lives of others and their freedom,

if those people go through with hell-fire following

destroying all they see, touch, and feel like destroying,

so we must stop them at all costs.

So we march on.