Mass Grave

Engulfed in the torture
of a man made hell
Corpses fill the trenches
Black smoke and putrid smell

Flayed by fire
Scorched to the bone
Death from above
The dead lay below

In this Mass Grave
Screams of pain

Skulls shatter
Like panes of glass
Liquidation
Into puddles of puss

Choke on the gases
From the burning heap
Watch them all struggle
Struggle to breath

Toxic rot
Flame fuel nausea
The carrion flock
To feast on the valley of death
Stripping flesh from these victims of war
Fading away those who fall