Thrash Is War Poem by Jim David Morris

Marching with Metal Madness
Within the Abyssal vastness
Sightseers' thrashing around
Blood reigning on the burial ground

Join the mosh pit
Bone crushing, take the hit
Snapping necks, skulls split
Flesh and blood plague the streets

Time for the third world war
Battle ground fills with an uproar
Corpses' will appear on the shores
Ocean waters filled with gore

Thee Earth burns into an eternal hell
As the ground crumbles from the cursed bell
This is Judgement Day, humanity will perish
There's nothing you can cherish

Survivors have nothing to gain
Only to mourn, scorned by the pain
Mental decay, agony and vein
Humanity left to ponder the bane

Warriors rise with a tendency
Bones turned into weaponry
Battles emerge with enmity
Death becoming the remedy

Lead your main attack into battle
Soldiers of war collide, combating
Both fronts push, bodies rattling
The weak left scrambling

Surviving souls filled with malice
Nothing but terror and havoc
Corpses' left to rot, eaten by maggots
What once was Earth, now left in Mayhem