They shout for peace, in a maniacal transit. The whereabouts go forth in the winds of the superiors. Electrical surges ring out, bringing it all to its knee’s. Aid is crucial, it is required for the band of brothers to survive this test. I see tears streaming down your cheek, we find each other in a trying period. The towns are in peril, they invade with an iron grip upholding a dying vow. Feet stomp against the dirt, the flies move in for the impending feast. They bring out the fuel, for the fires in the hearts of men are burning brightly.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger