Written in Blood

With teeth like daggers, the world will cut your throat You are so fragile in your blood-stained coat In weak wool shields you hide, leaving pain festered inside And you still swallow your pride, make yourself alone You run as fast as you can to esca

The Killing begins. Hope for humanity ends. Thousands line up to die to fight an enemy, one that cant be seen by human eyes. All compassion goes up in flames when your God involved and a lack of sanity. Wed rather kill each other based on revenge we