Its the end
All i can feel is dirt
Whipping through the wind
Hitting at my skin
Everyone is dead
Gone
I see a spear with a head
How vile and creative
Betcha didn't see it
You were too oblivious
When it hit
Lucky you, unlucky me
Now you get your whole life to deal with this
Or if you even live that long
I can hear the rats hiss
This isnt natural
This is war
