One would wonder why a god would design a war upon his own creation
Forcing the hand of the weak to the front the battle line
Does he not care or is he simply not there?
The weak step forward trembling at their knees
Their eyes dart around knowing what’s to come
Their enemy sly as a fox and strikes like a cobra
One down
Two
Three
Four
Massacred they have no force
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
They begin to plead
They send prayers to the unknown god to be saved
No answer is displayed
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Convinced themselves this is worse than hell
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
The last victim..
The age of the girl
She fell to the ground as blood gurgled out of her mouth
Skin pale as a porcelain doll with a pentagram cauterized into her skin
Sixteen
The age of him, the boy of unknown
Valknut pierces him to the soul
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
All the victims lie there dead
They never had a chance
Twenty
Twenty of them had quick deaths
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
They didn’t get to chose
The dark noose
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
How many more?
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Death by sulfur
Ashes blown away by the wind
Resembling the destruction
Twenty-seven
Twenty-eight
Both hoping for the heaven's gate
To be shutdown by their true fate
Should of had more faith
Twenty-nine
Thirty
The dead could be awakened by their screams
The predator devouring on their misery-filled pleas
Thirty-one
Thirty-two
All to come
Will die by the sword of life