dust

Death grips a standing air,
enveloping its target with pure precision.
Distant shadows drown in their own dust,
succumbing to a circled darkness.
Liquid engineering fails to prove,
while masked innocence dies undistinguished.
A journey through hell holds true,
destroyed by unseen circumstances.
The mission to eliminate breaks rivets,
falling linked guards upon an army.
A justifed solution is not imminent.
So life passes intensely.
No right no wrong,
just galloping soldiers finding their cure.
Resting another day...
for what have they done?