The Residence Of A Shallowed Grave
By Healium Shriekspear

Dressed to kill
In a suit made of veil
Dark soldiers marching in unity

Killing their captures
Hunting for blood
Mere men becoming immortal
As the reaper proclaims them his sons

The army of darkness
Death's own army of dread
Killing for a master race
Conquering the living for the dead

Genocide for no reason
All for arrogance
The reaper builds his own environment
All for his new residents

The frontier of death
Earth now lays in plague
Destroyed is innocence
By the residence of a shallowed grave




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