twenty seven

Slowly move your hand over your mouth

Keep yourself from breathing

Don’t look at the horror

You won’t survive

A war of epic proportions unfolding in front of you

The death of a cynic 

Words of the anti-Christ echoes over the grounds

The priests misguides

While the butcher kills

Slowly take your life from them

You don’t want to die under their hand

Most will never survive 

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Nope they wont. Well done again.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Interesting. I like it.
"Don’t look at the horror
You won’t survive"
Especially liking this part.