For the Fallen, For us. Because there is no one left but those who have yet to fall.
Ashen ground, irradiated air. Because we have fought to save it through destruction.
We cling not to hope, for there is none
Memories of loved ones bleed more than corporeal wounds
Suffering is loading up a magazine of pain
Sacrifice is running out
Leave the dead where they lie, as the earth is too full to swallow any more sorrow.
Tiring muscles and wounds will drive us to the end, like starving wolves
No longer is it a matter of who will die.

It has become a fight for who will die first









Comission for  fuzzyjack