J.Rai

No salvation

Blood splurged out,

The houses set on fire.

The sounds of blade as it passes through the flesh of the innocent

Children, women, and men alike.

Good men, bad men,

all set their courses to afterlife

Cries enough to chill the very bone marrows

while the dark men in robes torched down the village,

on their hideous horses that trampled the skulls of many

 

They all wore masks

And not one knew where they came from

But they did come, and they did destroy

It must be the work of the devil himself,

And his minions.

There was no salvation

There was no God

Only desperation and wailings from the children being skinned alive 

There were no morals, no pity, and no love

Neither was there any hatred.

It was no more than an action. 

 

When the cries were dwindled down to nothing,

The men in dark robes simply walked out the gates

Laughing, bringing with them no loot