67 Anno Domini

Written on papyrus in the presence of different entities, Thousands words written in Egyptian on a stone slab laid cryptic piece, Dreaming realm of hallow wrath plague ridden disease, Helms, spears, and tyrannical vengeance no apostle increase, If the missions complete and the village is piled with burning deceased, Then dear Nero let us move out and head on east, For Gaul is in line, Germania is stuck with a barbarian decrease, Mongolians are circling the river as the Goths retreat, Growling lions, eagle insignia, war drum my heart beat, Never falter, never fail, we die before we face defeat, Bleeding feet on the pinnacle of this mountain surrounded with only sick to treat, Macedonians upon ruination looking to Jerusalem to find the weak, Holding back while we are cut off without a bite to eat, A two prong pincer maneuver cutting off supplies while we sleep, It will always be blood upon blood ravage savage feast, For when we die is the only time we will truly know peace. (2017)