My World Reborn

Scattered amongst the killing, breeding grounds for the wicked On a road for damned independence Unbeknownst to them, awaiting is devestation The end of the final road, a bout to decipher the words of fallen heroes They'll mark the cursed to find them sleeping on the floor Upon their foreheads a name to recognize this history Can you see their hearts beating as one, monotonous being? So as the noise brings about the dates with no reconciliation I'll take them, nuruture them, and bring them to the place where I derived Does it really matter, the air I breathe, to effect the living? Because the ones lying on the ground, crawling over the dead and passed Their faces hollowed and limbs dispaced Only to haunt the ones still breathing the fowl and tainted air