Ravages of War

It seems so bleak
Summer
Blooms
Petals
Heat-touched and faded
These are days
That drag like broken
Ankles
Illiterate
Bated breath and foul tongues
"Why salt the earth
When we've already
Torched the heavens
Like a failing business?"
"Let it die!
Let it die!
Let the dry cough
Of what's to come
Nullify
Any hope."
Barren plains
Bring victory
Fertile ground
Breeds comfort
No heretics
No guardians
Just empty fields
A silent prayer
For all those lost
Armageddon
Armageddon
Armageddon
Armageddon



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Henry Griffey
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