DarkDragonflye

Fallout Hellish bodies tossed about, The scornful mists arrive, A mournful cry of faith With bloody, calloused hands held high. To try to grasp the blackened rain As though to save a life. All the human bodies do Is hang onto the light. When morning comes We see again, The soul that hangs above... Our beds are shaken, hard, and damp, The blankets all torn up. Oh, how the ashes fill my mouth When fear and love combine And mingle in the river Of the Holy and Divine. The greatness that surrounds us, The taste and smell of fame, The touch of absolution, As the angel's sword is trained. The angled piercing glare And the