Inedible frozen fruit appears sensual;
Wasted flesh dressed as blessed and fresh.
Life's cycle is unseasonal and inevitable
Now onto Winters unfair descent;
To perish like apples stacked in barrels;
Left to sour and rot to the most bitter core.
To hell with the gourd and the hazel shells
The prolonged farewells. Send me away to shore;
To Rome where I will walk beyond the gloam.
To warmer days that will silent my moan;
Where my master has rung out my knell.

You are not fair, not fair.
Never have been and never there.
And we will live for years;
Under foot and without doubt,
That our Parents mistakes will break our backs,
Hearing them crumble and crack,
Under the whip and as they shout;
Faster, Faster, and we groan;
Quicker, Quicker and we moan.
Until we die under the weight of kings.
As we were blind to all free things.

He knows hell and lives in the torture of today.
Heart pumping violently against his ribcage,
As the last Act ends on this setting stage.
Dancing in gunfire and they all start to sway;
And fall without grace to stay as they lay.
He carries on not knowing as he charges,
Death has called, as he has through the ages.
Die together to rest alone. The blood it stays
Stained brown on the Earths carpet,
The lingering evidence of slaughter in sight.
The men fade beyond memory; people forget
Over time, the soldiers and lives given in fight.
Remember the cost, and joy of defeated threat.
And the fallen, whose wings are now ready for flight.