Friday, 6 April 2007
08:25:20 PM (GMT)
the bodies decay around me,
and the gore crows circle my head.
my knees are shaking,
my sword is bloody
i hav killed countless people this day,
and there will be many mor tomorrow
i killed sons,
will the killing ever stop?
we did not start this war,
but dammit we'll end it.
these people enslaved other humans,
poor people with familes.
do they have no hearts?
we are the outcasts,
banished many years ago,
striving to bring peace to this bloody world.
castles were torn down,
and only the ramparts remain, if any,
robbers and highwaymen rule the streets,
and no one can leave their house unarmed
i take one last look around,
shiver, and fall to the ground in shock.
i sob once before i faint, saying
"What have we done to our world?"