As the war winds down upon this hill
The souls of the dead won't keep still
Their eyes lit as embers on the ground
Their voices linger in the air all around
Under a red moon, we all sit in the hole
Living and the dead together as a whole
Soaked in rivers of blood mixed in mire
With pale faces in front of a barbed wire
Confusion fuels the fires of this domain
As fear devours any sanity that remain
The sun appears against a gripping terror
As if time stopped from a cosmic error
Silence now holds both life and death
While sharing with doom its icy breath
Suspense darkens the skies with crows
While the heart quivers for it knows
That you would descend upon the firmament
My lovely Valkyrie who embodies judgement
Carry us into the halls of heroes and eternity
And leave those who cower upon this insanity
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22 March 2016 / 6:25 PM
In the Office / Wednesday
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