Charles Sven, Private First Class,
17th Division, Canadian Corps
As the Sky Bleeds
The bite of the morning rips the words from our lips,
As the mist and fog roll in to obscure our view.
The sea hungers, the beach roars,
As the sky bleeds.
Chaos reigns supreme as the mandibles of death enclose us,
The ever tightening fist of the heavens scattering the flock.
A rain of blood sprays us all, breaking the minds of many,
As the sky bleeds.
The instrument of death keeps the pace,
Life ends quickly to the beat of worms,
The symphonic choir rend the air with their screams,
No mercy is granted, their blood will coat my body,
As the sky bleeds.
Fear crosses their eyes as my fingers are my weapons,
The feel of their throats ripping empowers me.
There is no greater instrument then I,
As the sky bleeds.
Bodies become my shield, and my anger; my blade.
The vengence shall be mine, their souls immortal,
All shall fall beneath my blade,
As the sky bleeds.
Its tune becomes a waltz of destruction,
His partners become His shields.
Melodic wails of death enlighten His soul,
For He is the Unholy, the Unstoppable, basking in their cries,
As the sky bleeds.
Walls of metal slugs pierce His body,
But there shall not be Repentance.
The Beast shall have his Fill,
Cost to body and cost to soul,
His body bursts into a magnificient flame,
As the sky bleeds.
The Light has faltered,
His soul is Mine.
Their Cries fill my ears,
I cut the Sky.
My blade shatters His life.
My body consumes His soul.
I am no longer Charles.
I am united with Him.
I am He.
Satan.
We are the dead, our shrieks unheard.
This is our plea.
This is the cost of war.
This is my soul, pouring over the world.
As the sky bleeds.
