The Unspoken War

Aware of what the future beholds, I reach a hand out into the dark beyond. Rising up from this earth, Called my grave, This translucent flesh Rots away. I realize I'm not alone; Thousands more will die today. When will be the time We overflow And the dead have no where to go? Starvation will take hold; Disfigured bones ripping through the skin. This will be the time The dead become living again. As I reach a hand out Into the dark beyond, I rise up from this earth Called my grave. I realize I was so alone In the fight to save the human race. I needed not just a few, But everyone In this shameful war Made by our hands In a Billion ways. Always, Something so beautiful, We destroy. Always, Handled like a pointless toy. But this is not A simple game. In the end Death will be our fame.