The way of the beast

The dark came then went,
many many lives were spent
And many tears did dampen the blooded soil.
Shalt there be a peaceful breath
Though I know I pray for death,
This is the way of the beast.

Distorted lifeless faces;
Blended the blooded grounds,
Ten thousand and one twisted limbs
Reached out from their mounds.
Anguish agony terror,
Are but a few emotions felt in this place,
But to see these poor poor helpless figures
With children in their embrace.
It is truly the way of the beast.

To live in the belly of hell
To dwell a working walking broken shell
To be laughed at when sentenced to die
And made to watch your mother fry
It is the way of the beast.

A grave as large as a morning cloud;
To make a tyrant feel as proud,
As the minds of many before they fell.
As the mind of one from the belly of hell.

A stench of smoke drifts higher and higher
Way, above a raging fire
Ti’s human fuel that feeds this wrath
By twisted men with jest and laugh

As the night cloaks the hours of dread
We huddle up tight on our stony beds
The wails and cries and moans lay still
Now the beckoning morning is over the hill

Shall i never see till my eyes are hollow
Why man should feed on so much sorrow
Why one nation is put above another
With blood and brother against each other
ti's the way of the beast

when tears stop in a blink of an eye
when echo's drift in a silenced cry
when footsteps trample your very soul
from distant horrors by men of stone

when all hope turns to desperation
when nothing is left but consolation
when distant memories fade then cease
this is truly the way of the beast

[chodder]

cant be arsed to read it

Originally Posted by chodder

cant be arsed to read it

I understand....its ok...thx for your honesty though.

Very dark. In ways, already true. Your insight is still budding. Stay on course and before you know it, you'll be on your way as the next Edgar Alen Poe!