True Murder

Awoken on a hill

Blood has been shed

Once green grass painted red

A massacre

Arrows pierce the land

Shades of splinters in flesh

Integral part of humanity; starting afresh

Elucidation has been mislaid 

Sole green gauntlet left behind

Origination of power and filth

Reasoning hostility, blood spilth

Notorious cause of murder

Leaders are magicians

Giving out flowers, you're freed

While backs are turned, taking the seed

Misdirection perfected

This is who we follow behind

Soulless shadows creep upon the ground

Our voices unheard, not even a sound

Lay me down, let me die