Death By Your Own Sword Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Here's the hilt.
Here's the blade.
Hold your head high and prepare to attack.
For there's no going back.
Buildings are burning.
A government in siege.
A war torn world.
A sacrilege of everything we were taught.
Enveloped in the night sky.
Smoke is rising and people we know and love are dieing.
The new born is crying.
The angels are screaming.
Not another mortal soul lost.
Look at the cost.
Infinity can't define divinity.
Immortality in this world does not exist.
So what about the next.
What if their is none.
Then you just abandon everything.