Lightning screams
Across the sky.
Thunder roars.
The Angels cry.
The Gods enraged
At our hate
Raise our Demons,
To seal our Fate.

The sky, is grey.
The ground ****** red.
The crosses clutched.
Our kin long dead.

Cause unknown
Excuses made.
The life of the wounded
Slowly fades.

A single tear upon the ground
I have shed,
Next to where I see my friend,
Lying dead.
Although it's sad,
This is war.
The irony is; Living
That's what we are dying for.

B.P.
07/13/09