Our journey has begun
The beast has come, where do we go?

On a busy land, there's no bound.
Born, striving to kill brothers.
mother children called the INFIDELS!

In-depth they are a clue in a dark pit of no measures.
Annihilating and taking things we sweat and starved for.

No hope to keep, no eyes to trust.
All predicting doom added to our gloom!
The moon we hoped, shroud the darkness and pain. sold our soul to the beast.

Our eyes are broken on tears and blood dripping out from our veins.
Our mouth watched with riffles,
Metals penetrating innocent bodies.

Our men gathered like refuse In filed. We are on our fighting for home.

This is my story!


© dgreat_ken