May 2nd, 2016
Blood and tears paint our grounds.
Screams of torment can be found.
Deep down in the depths of Hell,
you are expected to hear another man's yell.
The demons inside, you unknowingly release,
feed our Lord Satan, whom we please.
We lived through God's adventrous game,
only to lose and face great shame.
The Land of the Damned is our war zone.
I carry my brothers so I shalt leave alone.
Thus we go to Heaven; our final place to rest.
Life was a war well fought...fought at our best.
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Reaper's Plague
PoesieSince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
