Battle

Scream and smell of copper scent Many metals still, yet bent Whole arena filled with blood Yet no voice is still unheard Man are charging without fail Fighting as if for the Holy Grail Many rest beneath their feet No one can disturb their peace Husbands, sons, and fathers fall As they ask who is at fault Was I wrong to have come here? Was my life still so unclear? What’s the purpose of this war, just to see how many fall? And the questions have ran out Holy angel comes about And no longer do we care Our life ends and we are aware Many more will come behind They are for our God to find.