In the arms of divine beings do the countless dead lay. From the holy lands they watch, their time's spent. Men and women, young and brave, old and wise lead into a clash of ideals in a holy war on unfamiliar soil. Fighting upon hellish battlefields besieged by the explosions of artillery, whizzing bullets and rotting corpses people pray, fight and die.
Do their deities show them mercy? Do they care for their prayers? No.
Instead they lie in wait with open arms, ready to usher lost souls unto the holy lands.
Martyred for a cause that does not exist.
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