01/05/2020
Looking over the horizon, my eyes stumble upon the forgeten carcas of our belived fallen heroes n heroees, their bones scartters all over the sand in on da forbbiden kindom, as their blood dries upon da sand.
Trying to escape the reality that they never will again rise to fight for wat is rightfully ours....yet their mission is in Vail.
Hear the cries of their loved one mourning for their return an yet their are gone but not forgotten.
Mothers have lost their sons, sons have lost their fathers and wifes are turned to widows.is this the end of our generation or the beggining of an ever ending egony an pain we ment to suffer for eternity?
The time has come to put words into action and action into motion....