CAMELOT FANTASIES

There is always a war coming
Blood and gore
Streaming across the land
Blasted features blown from the core
It seems as soon as we seem
To come to some form of peace
The demons are released
Hatred spewed
Greed decrees
Power to seize and deliver death
To many
Wracked with Molded hatred
Pus infused putrid sacks of disgust
Whatever happened to love thy brother
Whatever to understanding
We are here temporarily
Souls inhabiting bodies
We all become carcasses
When all is said and done
All the same once you peel back the skin
Blood, veins and bones
In time we infuse with the earth
Back to nothingness on terra ferma

~Divine