~R.M.Brandon 2011~
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Fairytales and hand grenades the world burns down Sheltered beneath the turmoil the chosen lay Clutching their beads as they moan and pray Above the screams drift to deaf ears As they huddle in sanctity Soon the end will draw near The flesh of their friends burns to the ash of the sky they quietly sigh The promised has come from a high Yet what of the cowardice of man to linger far below the judgment hand When into the murky light they step A greeting they would not forget Blood in veins boils from inside cooking their hearts with the cowardice of liars As the flesh melts away the bones then stay lingering briefly to salute the sky In the end everything will die Lost and cold in this world alone An angel without wings cries A heart torn apart as a martyr of man The newborn baby dies The world is dark when the ground is your home Midnights bed the frozen soil; yet hope drives on To a land unknown Praying the fight is worthwhile Is there life after death A shadow upon the sand Or will life alas bring the pain of no man’s land |
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