13 Shades of the Rose

Luminous rain falls upon the earth,

ghosts of the slain fly to heaven.

Days cold and old uphold the memory of the battle.

Tears fall from widows,

children seek the comfort of heaven from their nightmares.

Passion and sickening desire fills the goblets of the war doomed.

Lust from the flesh confuses the issue of diplomacy, backstabbing trickery enflames  the breakdown

of stability as the souls of ancient Gods summon the darkness within.

Love, hate, despair, anger, and vindication become coins in the pockets of our leaders.

Dreams are the shallow graves for our country as

nightmares become policy for us to live by.

Sunlight from the crimson sun leads us down

the path of destruction as bodies of our families lay in ruin on the streets from the words of the churches. Believe in yourself for survival as the countdown

continues,

listen to the will of your heart as the moons dance the death dance in our homes.

13 days of life remain in the silo as danger quenches our thirst,

searching the vast ocean of light for hope is a waste of time.

Apathy rests in arms of strength as demons abound in our heads,

screams of the dying fills our laden hearts as orders are

breed in haste and ill-conceived minds.

Bleed for me my little rose,

cut my soul and set it afire with your compassion.

This is not the end of humanity as we see it,