Beasts

The beasts are biting at each other I fight that should concern another Only to be broken by the mother But not the real one, she has lied The rebels yell "Off with his head" standing among the sick and dead While I watch it from her bed But not the true one, she will hide The fake armor and broken gun from a last party of none Trying to escape the sun But not the just one, she has tried I watch the hope come with the fall Crumbling like the ruined wall I wait a bit, so she will stall But not the real one she has died.