gaze into they eyes of the dying,
sip the very blood from there lips,
gaze into the souls of the tortured,
do not dare to save them from this war.
holding there lives in your hands,
there blood is spilling over the land,
clinging to life these tortured souls,
they rip through your heart and turn it cold.
laying them into there graves,
taking vengence upon there names,
when oh when does this war end,
fighting on untill the end...
Author notes
was supposed to be a song, dont know why i never finished it.
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