This is a drawing inspired by a poem my mate wrote.


I am of the psycic wars
raining fire from my mind
One arm severed by a demon's rage
rivot and wire ghost its place
Cry "War!" and let slip the slayers of the id
I'll die and then fight on
Fierce are the soldiers of the damned
Crush through the trench's line
Burn their souls and harness mine
Plant my flag and raise the dead
Mystic warriors steel rebuilt and misery fed
No truce no halt
No victory no retreat
Only war only march
Only reload and fire
An angel general makes war on himself
A demon grunt saving souls
A bleached boned city plays us host
Its heart was a feast long ago
A wizard melts a tank
while knights fall to a flamethrower
Tattered warplanes cloud the skies
Gouls and dead men grip their controls
Imprisoned by his brothers
the horrified reaper watches while crucified
Only those bathed in gore win the prize of true death
And so I reload.