The Depressed 1

The Curse Of The Dead

I hear the thundering rumbling sound

 

Blood hits like heavy rain on the ground

 

Bodies are stacked like cords of wood

 

Results of the death of man\'s brotherhood

 

The scars left behind no one can see

 

It is all just a coming of destiny

 

Written in the stars like a book

 

Cannot read them if you never look

 

Scariness of looking to far ahead

 

A view point from the dead