Through The Feild Of Hate Poem by Harley Morriss

In the field of blood and hate
Where beasts scream and die
Where souls are lost for ever
And where tombs of stone lay
On this day
The world will end
Hearts will break
Tears will roll
In this Great War
Without
Hope
Raining fire
Corpses dropping
In the field of hate
They kill without mercy
And die without respect
Beasts of metal roll through
Town after town
Leaving nothing
Where flowers were once
Corpses lie
Where people live
They now hiding for survival