The Forsaken

The life in a tomb,
Knowing you’ll be forever doomed
We wait for that certain day,
And nothing we do can stop the rot and decay.
We sleep here peacefully and we wait for the time,
To fore fill our newest line of crime.
To us our crime is rewarded by honor.
So much, that we don’t stop to ponder.
We march on command,
We follow each demand.
And at the end,
We can rest yet again.





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