Thousand years, thousand forms
All pain retrained for years
All grief confined
By a servant of the host
They reign on the flesh
Waiting to bless their blood
Searching lives from the grace
Forever feeling the sensation of violence
A rotten pile of dead humans
Rotting...
Rotting fesh
Infecting the air
Suffocatting
Suffocatting all lives
The soul's screams
The suffering is not real
The nightmare becomes very real
Human execution...
By Deheav A. Cetier