P.X. Vexxus

Decay

The battlefield lies in a barren ruin

Men who once lived, now but an illusion

A memory long forgotten, written in history

Their corpses forever etched with marks of misery

 

As time passes, the years forevermore

The battlefield remains a scar, broken and torn

The evidence of violence a hollow reminder

No matter the age, we are never wiser

 

The world is locked in a state of decay

An infinite cycle of hatred, lies and the betrayed

Men who’ve sworn their lives to the power of the insane

To fight against an enemy, led by the same charade

 

They kill and maim, flesh and bone

They stab and break, tear down stone

They murder nonchalant, under a banner of lies

More families shattered, everlasting demise

 

The battlefield crimson, soaked with new blood

The bodies of the brave, tossed into the mud

A mountain of decay, forever it is endless

Never forgotten, for memories are deathless