November 23, 2011
Dark, and cold.
There is no one to hold.
Alone, in solitude, walls closing in,
And it's all because of the sin.
You fight ti break free,
But forced down on a knee.
A grave your diving towards,
As the army grabs for swords.
They march forward to protect,
Giving the up most respect.
The army leads the way,
Set to kill, they will not sway.
All rivers run dry,
People are left to die.
Forest are turned to deserts,
As the army inserts,
Their spears in men.
There is no Amen.
The world has come to it's end.
It is not what you intend.
This is a true tragedy.

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