A field of blood before my eyes
Deceased, unsettling with open eyes
Fresh wounds
The smell of death overtakes the air
The flag still stands torn and tattered
Bloodied and battered, the few who live from this
Humanity is set aside for the collision of the violent divide
The towers on opposite ends
War never stops for them
Dichotomy
Field of blood
Akeldama
This is war
Ultimate war
One won’t walk away unchanged
Images burned into the mind
The dark strike at those in white...