WHERE DEAD MEN LIE, THE VULTURES FEAST, <br />AND IN THE DARKNESS IS THE SILENT BEAST. <br />WAR DRAGS DOWN THE MORTAL MAN, <br />AND SADNESS FALLS UPON THE BEATEN LAND. <br /> <br />A CRY IS HEARD AS ANOTHER MAN FALLS, <br />DEATH, SO VIOLENT, IN THE EARTHLY WALLS. <br />LIFE IS WASTED FOR NO APPARENT REASON, <br />FOR WE ALL LIVE IN THE WORN TORN SEASON <br /> <br />MIND OVER MATTER, YET WE FEEL THE PAIN, <br />LIVING IN A WORLD WITH ALL INSANE. <br />A WANDERING YOUTH CRIES FOR PEACE, <br />THE ONE TO HEAR IN THE SILENT BEAST. <br /> <br />TEAR OUT THE HEART OF THE OPEN LAND, <br />LET IT DIE WITH THE MORTAL MAN. <br />WHERE DEAD MEN LIE, THE VULTURES FEAST <br />AND IN THE DARKNESS THE SILENT BEAST. <br /> <br />(War is Hell) <br />REB<br /><br />Rik Bertrand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-dead-men-lie/
