“In the face of pain, there are no heroes.”
I walk through a blood filled land.
A battlefield full of screams, tears—
No one can hear me crying here.
I scream out that I would die for you.
Amongst the chaos, I am still alone.
Bodies rise and fall around me,
yet no one seems to see me walking.
Is it too late to save my very soul?
The earthquake rattles the land; fall.
No. The bombs tear apart the ground.
The earth rises up and swallows me whole.
I wake to the same scene, yet again.
Puddles of blood and haunting screams.
There I stand alone in Gods war on hell.
Who is left to pray for me?
Is there any love left in me?
Is it too late for my soul?
It’s not the rapture and I’m not Christ.
Just a mortal man fighting a war—
A war he cannot win or prevent.
So I stand ready for this path again.
Ready to take my own life for this pain.
The blood increases with every reset.
Puddles turn to seas. Seas to oceans.
Each march through bodies and gore
that weigh me down further with each step
and my inner self dies with it; I weep.
Among the dying and the living,
is there anyone who will save my soul?
I fight myself. I fight the world. I fight all.
I’m alone, so no one will pray for me.
Sacrifice is the verdict as I give up my heart.
Heroes don’t live, so they cannot die.
So there’s no one to come save my soul.
If someone were to come along this path;
Don’t pray me for.
Kill me and take away this pain,
finally adding my own to this blood ocean.
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