"we watch the stars appear every night. and sometimes we get to watch them fall."

Sunday, May 19, 2013

On 3:20 PM by Rebekah Tracy in , ,    No comments

Hold up the compass and watch it spin
East to West and back again
Tell them once more that we can’t win
We’re lost, oh foolish children of men

Tonight we huddle underground
Hiding ourselves in this self dug grave
Hoping and praying we won’t be found
But we will, it takes my all to keep us brave

Only a dozen of them have survived
Two soldiers cannot save them all
And now the faceless have arrived
To burn the ground and make us fall

And in my stomach is this burning dread  

For tomorrow shall likely find me dead

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