I hear the sound of dying souls.
In a war between friends and foes.
Screams of pain echo all around.
I tell you it is not a comforting sound.
I see blood flowing like a river.
The sight makes my nervous system shiver.
I feel the pain of all the dying.
All their eyes monsoonly crying.
Everwhere blood and gore.
Then i awake and hear my wife snore.
To myself i say thank goodness i was not there.
For some poor souls this life is not fair.