[shadoublood]: 744.Death

Roses black darken the skies with red tears
Blood splashes upon the ashes of life
Rusted shears cut the longest line of fear
Hearts bleed from the wound given by the knife
Reapers feast upon the last battle
She with the dark wings returns to the dust
Throats will dry at the end of the rattle
The Buildings of life have begun to rust
The Angels weep at their fruitless labor
For death has claimed what they have bled for
The slaves taste the dead bodies sweet flavor
Those above begin to make molds for more
Dust begins to stir violently anew
For they will again take life from you.