Long Live the War

The darkness yearns for me like never before.
Warriors are yanked from battle, their scars stained in my mind.
All hail the mighty Death.

The blood shines crimson on our clothing.
A constant reminder of our pain.
The screams are etched into our heads.
All hail the mighty Pain.

The soldiers weapons gleam with light.
Stained with blood, our hero's cry.
A shift in the wind brings weariness.
All hail the mighty silence.

A lump in our throats says loss. No need for words.
A tear streaked face says pain. An endless torture.
A glossy expression says Death.
A parched lip says silence. No speaking in times of trouble.
All hail the mighty War.

All hail the mighty War!
Pain as its friend.
Silence as it's virtue.
Death as its family.

Long Live the War.