If I have to kill this killer
again I\'ll scream
the wasted and rotting landscape
unfurls before me
like smoke
I fall slowly
flames fly up from me
as I pound my fists
in time
to the siren of drums
that manifests itself
in my mind
shells grin
as they pass by
to all sides
I hear so clear
thoughts of distand armies
fading away
into graves
the world I once knew
filtered away
in its wake
are the crashing guns