Blood and bones and standing stones.
Swords that rise and immortal lies.
The King that dies and everyone cries.
Tears that brought sadness now brings fear to their eyes.
Anger and war sweeps across the nations like a gaint wave.
Warriors paint themselves with blue dye from the woad leaves.
Destruction and death among all kinsmen.
The sounds of screams and horrors nearby.
No water nor food supply.
How long will this last?
How many will die?
When will the last child cry?
Will we not know until the end?
Until our bodies become the feast of the fly?
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Cody Billing 20 March 2010
