After the battle, the dead and the dying, they cover the ground with despair.
Low lie the victims, all bloodied and battered, a blackening smoke fills the air.
decimation, devastation, only mayhems final remains.
steeped in the stench, in blood they drench, left there to rot, corpses that time forgot.
life marches survivors away, off to fight another day, long into the distance they go, endless roads to god know where, no end to the warring in sight, smoking darkness kills the light, men battling through the despair, searching for a ray of hope.
what has been learned? what has been gained? no more hope than was before, and all we're left with is more hatred.