Friday, August 12, 2011

Breathing Boys

The wretch, the wicked

The deceiving dead

It fights, it fades

A sultry sin

Be gone the lost

Believe the rage

Become a virus

Defeat will stay

Fruitless cries

Falling campaigns

The horde still lingers

The flesh is drained

The bloodied, the battled

The breathing boys

It lives, it loves

A nocturnal noise

Be gone the hope

Believe the sane

Become the faults

War remains

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