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.