Cries of War

 

I am a natural disaster. 

The natural disaster that spills blood through 

Hatred and jealously. 

Leaving fingerprints of destruction upon earth’s soul, 

My hands killed peace a long time ago. 

I am the mother of death and bride of slaughter. 

I cause men to drop and corpses to rise, 

Engorging my shame. 

The world feels my pain and cries my sorrow. 

I am the tyrant’s angry fist. 

Nations crumple under my struggle. 

I drained the life from cities and left them with 

Carnage. 

The desolate land is my frigid heart. 

Time blessed me with a curse- 

The curse of infinite time. 

The weight of eternity pushes down on me and I can feel 

My sanity slipping. 

I rather die in the hell I bring then to continue 

This lurid immortality. 

But I come to find out that death cannot come to  

All of us. 

 

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