Ashes and smoke devour the world
As the ground turns a crimson red
Underneath the piles
Of bodies that lay curled
On their death bed
As the world does break
Through massacres and wiles
No tears shed at its wake
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
Ashes and smoke devour the world
As the ground turns a crimson red
Underneath the piles
Of bodies that lay curled
On their death bed
As the world does break
Through massacres and wiles
No tears shed at its wake
