minions, soldiers, killers, cold
murdered, marred, and prodded bold
eyes gone, and smile empty
words meaningless but tempting
ghosts and demons
monsters and men
blood and mud and hammering tin
we crush the dead
beneath our tread
and fire comes tumbling after
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
