There was a land of gray and a sea of red
Painted by the blood that we have shed
If you got called, it is your turn to die
You don’t think but just comply

To do this is your meaning in life
For we must all make the sacrifice
Without a reason or any concerns
They pick whose soul is next to burn

Your stub comes in and you get in line
Following the leader that is most divine
You sit and sleep and await your go
Slowly moving up, in your row

Everybody is distant and nobody speaks
For they have been waiting to die for several weeks
To look around would be to look at death

So you sit and sleep and await the last breath



The end of Part I

Thank your for reading.