The Scars From the Ancient War With No Men

left on the face of the ones who had fought are the scars from the claws of sin, as it begins to sting from the memory, they think back to their heavenly God. faded deep scars all over their bodies hidden by what shows on their face standing there in the lines to battle no one knows how they could get hurt, all they know is they did get hurt living in the shadow of the batallion, are the ones who let it exist, though they stand as one person others see them as a single machine the scars left on the face of the angels, is from the ancient war with no men when that war is over, count yourself lucky they stood up and fought.