Torn flags dance in the air,

Bodies fallen, souls laid bare

Fires rage where homes once stood,

In this wasteland of flesh and blood.

Broken bodies litter streets,

vultures feast on defeat.

This is hour zero

Bloodied hands and haunted eyes,

In this realm where hope denies.

Will we find redemption or remain,

Bound to chaos, shackled by pain?

The aftermath, a bitter taste,

We wander through this barren waste.

Will we cling to fury or seek release,

Will we ever find peace?