by mutsa

The giant clock tolls,
Time rolls on.
Groaning, falling, rising falling man -
All hail the marching hand!

War is coming.

The sky weeps blood,
The world will drown.
Crimson, scarlet broken man -
The cost of life is to sit in shame.

War is coming.

My heart is still,
I’ve died to kill.
Hacking, praying killing man -
The children feed from vultures’ feast;

War has come.

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