Off to battle we march
With the setting sun our souls are stolen
To Hell we've betrayed our faith
The Devil watches us tonight
The blood coats our hands
We shall not forsake our weapons
Dying angels plead for our mercy
We show them ruthless murder
Brawls we all relish in
Not caring who we kill
Villagers look on us with distain
Us forgieners who swear no loyalities
To the light we hide ourselves away
In darkness we come out to play
Everyone lies dead, only we remain
The men who have no past
Sold ourselves to battle and maim
We fight to restore our faith
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Moving On: Vol. #5
PoetryThis is just another collection of poems I've written. My other volumes include Want: Vol. #1, Too Late: Vol. #2, A Little Bit of Hope: Vol. #3 and Stronger: Vol. #4. This book, like the previous ones, will have 25 parts, then I'll start a sixth vol...
