A line of bodies, burning brightly
A sacred scene unfolded hereafter
The endless line, all too flighty
In which, know nothing of what they are after
Hopeless eyes, all are faithless
This dark echelon forever reaching
These greedy hands, for the flawless
In which, those who are always breaching
For all we know of this line:
They are men, women, and children,
Etched in the societal time.
Known as animals and godless heathens;
Perfect people with perfect lies.
Lovely company and comfortable killers,
Those who wait for death within their lives.
