Show Your Teeth

Call me victorious As I walk the battle grounds Head held up high Holding onto the heart of this world. Choking out the black smoke we call death. Above my head it is cradled I'll let you get out your white flag, Wave it around in this diseased air, Trudge through the bodies of the dead and through the crimson stained ground You'll make every minute go to waste Every face left blank Nothing more than an empty vessel. You'll call retreat Without looking down To see who's at your feet.