Bloody Field
By creating brutish atmosphere
Blood thirsty villains
Even if, the blood dripped
To the ground,
They will be crimped to defenceless
Without able to defy;
By retaining the pain;
Even if they were inclined to darkness,
Were ripped one by one
Only when the soul is separated,
They left the pure hearted,
Thousands of innocent's dead bodies
Laid above others
Blood percolate from each
Thus, it becomes bloody field.
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