Hell Is Waiting
The beast inside is biding.
The Angels crying.
The war machine is working.
The people are dying.
Sacrifice is overwhelmed with sorrow, fear and screaming.
The evil in men's hearts will stop mankind's from beating.
In war life is cheap, hearts will be broken. As the madness of our kind has found its voice and spoken.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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