Upon a hill, young men died As battlefield ballistics clarified, "The afterworld will breathe new life." For upon that hill, a battle engaged: Crimson colored pools Drank the blood of the brave. Rotted bodies became the terrain; Their coffin, the earth where they lay, Life exchanged for political gain.

Death
Unknown Odds
Five days from today, My world goes astray. I have no idea what’s at play, When she comes out of