Blood

A deafening silence followed by a roar
There begins a deadly war
A line drawn the Earth divided
Hands tainted from afar.
The sky darkening to a deep grim gray
The sun a memory in its maw
A cold rain falling down below,
The ground scarred and raw.
The streets echo to the sound of death
Ghosts past rising from their grave,
Jeering as the new mankind marches past
Refusing to be saved
From its own macabre and violent past
From its own greed for power,
While devastation flies on blood red wings
Humanity’s lowest hour!
Promises broken over and over
Right and wrong alike in flood
Few saints, many sinners in this war
ALL hands stained with BLOOD!