Deaths Call

In the long dark corridors of the halls of death

a door opens, to a chaotic scene

 

full of torch lights, men and women,

oblivious to the intrusion

 

haivng a good time

laughing, singing, drunk 

 

Come all! join in battle

death holds a celebration

 

Show your skills

dance to the battle of will

 

against your other mothers brothers

those you must kill

 

Because, because if you don't kill them

they will kill your sons and daughters

 

In the halls of the brotherhood of man

all are equals now in death's grip no more

 

freedom from their divergent causes

reasons left to their graves, choices made

 

A Valhallan scene where heroes 

of all the righteous battles 

 

ever fought throughout eternity 

were  there to celebrate 

 

a common cause 

to demonstrate their skill

 

an ability to kill those who opposed

dressed in their finest armor

 

all spoke the same language, 

bravery without pause for rest

 

living to fight, until fighting to live

became their last obsession 

 

at the very moment of their death

left at their dying breath

 

all understood their causes 

were just the frosting 

 

of a battle of extremes

no right or wrong, survived 

 

the strong hearted against the others

for the heat of battle against all odds 

 

where once they stood triumphant

before they fell, mortally wounded

 

Let the next... be prepared 

to fill the graves follow the test

 

of those who dare not resist

the call... to be claimed after

 

being called to the serve

their new master

 

Gone... all reason to exist

save the memories

 

of the reasons for the love

you lived for...

 

not the death 

which you received

 

for what was perceived

as righteousness

 

if, by God there was honor

 

to be gained...

at all

 

 

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