Archangel.
As I walk amongst this battlefield
Of a most senseless war I’ve ever seen
In my natural life on this gloomy winters
Day with the ground scarred and battered by
The machines of war and destruction.
As I walk amongst this battlefield
Listening to the sounds of mortal men dying a most
Brutal and painful deaths, some die a painless death
In this a most senseless of all wars of which I have
Ever seen while living on this forsaken planet, and
It sickens me to see the muddy ground I
Walk upon stained with the blood of the mortal men
Who die for their country and honour.
As I walk on this wasted battlefield
I listen to the sounds f grenades being thrown
Over the front line and exploding in the man made trenches.
As I walk on this wasted battlefield
I listen to the sound of grenade’s being thrown
Over the front line and exploding in the man
Made trenches and the blast of these grenade’s that take more
Lives, I now hear the sounds of men screaming in
Pain and their screams fade into silence and they are no
Longer heard and they are now at peace with them self’s
As I walk amongst the pain of this forsaken war
I can’t be seen nor heard by these dying soldiers
Of war, for I cannot be involved in this brutal
Massacre, for I am he the Archangel himself, the
Grim reaper the figure with no soul to call my own.
As I walk amongst the battlefield of
Death with my long crombie coat dragging
Throught the muddy, blood stained ground and then
I hear the cry of a soldier ny my mud covered
Feet, so I kneel down beside him on one knee feeling the sudden
Coldness of the mud mucking my crombie coat which don’t matter
To me, for it is this poor young dying soldier who reaches out blood soked
Hand to towards as he knew I was beside him to comfort him in his last
Few moments of the living, and a single tear roll down my cheek.
Then the young but strong soldier who lies by my feet has no
Passed away to the next world where he will
Feel no pain and feel at a calm type of peace within himself.
