A sky stained with the smell of defeat
Time blessed with the taste of victory
They exist in a world of no remorse
Souls passed without memory of past
A sedated whole of land and sea
Treaded upon a million times over
All the things we have lay here
The most that is sacred is gone
Now it's so empty without it disappearing
It feels like life is almost over
The end is nearing never fearing
Heaven and Hell's battle veering
The covenant broken to a certain end

good poem

Nice job! :)

i didn't get it
but im dense
good job