crayal

A dark wave falls over all crimson jelly soaks up by the desolate earth turning into a crimson canvas ready for its next coat of blood The weapons cry out for salvation yet still no one thinks twice when it comes to murder The sound of boots thundering for miles as they trudge through a sea of corpses and the mist of smoke trying to avoid falling shells from the sky. every one with a murderous look in their eyes so its this what war is?