War

War brewing among the land
Restless warriors waiting to face
Their doom,
As the silent but thunderous storm approaches
Fear swallowing the weak.

Angels singing a war lullably
A link from the past to the future has
Been made
Soldiers playing with mediocre toys
Lover's hearts going cold
Feelings grow darker
Due to the impending storm
That is on the verge of exploding

Hell's fires burning brighter
For that the Devil knows
He will get more than enough souls
To fuel the fire for a little longer.

Heaven prays that they get more souls than
Hell,
But how are warriors suppose to repent when they
Are impaled by mediocre toys.