War
As blood, red skies,
Peer upon these barren lands,
A soul’s demise,
Is brought out: judge, jury and executioner.
The wrath of god’s hand,
Strikes a deadly blow
He falls to the sand,
And his life turns dark and dreary.
As he peers through,
The portal to hell
The devil’s brew
Brings a foul aroma
Those crimes he once did
He wishes to take back,
For god has just rid,
Us of his torment.
For the battle of good and evil,
Is now centuries-old,
Once it was primitive people
But now, it could destroy the world.
