Without Triumph

Without Triumph Leafless empty Armored Breath, wilting, withering falling to death. Colorful skies for casket goodbyes, Taps, cannon blasts, while everyone cries. Seasoned Veteran cash aided mess, decayed before death more or less. All the old trees have no more shade, grown men unanimously afraid. Nothing Left but a charred stick nest, the dying civilized dying West. No God will listen to us pray, He has nothing left in return to say. Dark clouds of Judgments darkest day, walk away, walk away, walk away...