Redrum Pierce the silence... A life falls to the ground And a crimson brook flows, The first shell falls... All thought temporarily frozen— Heated and converted into panic By a thunderous second piercing. The crimson brook grows to a vivid stream, The second shell falls... Again, death flies through the air, As if the reaper's hand molds the lead, Directing its course, forging this Hell. Another existance passes on The walls painted with fear; The stream expands into a river, The third shell falls... The hand of the Devil is present; Again -- it fires another fatality from The cylinders which know mercy. The air billows with musty tension, Thicker than the walls that seals this fate. Breathing is difficult, with each breath harder than the last, Breathing is difficult Each breath Harder than the rest Taking in each lost soul. The river grows into an ocean of suffering…
Very thought provoking, and deep. I like it. I have a question thought. In the last section, shouldn't this line "it fires another fatality from the cylinders which know mercy." actually read "it fires another fatality from the cylinders which know no mercy." ?
