Bloodlands
I am lost and sickenedDisoriented by this bleak environmentHow I came to be here escapes my memoryThis is a desert, deep scarlet grainsStretch the horizon and the sickly brown skyGale force winds pepper my faceThe sand tastes foul,the sand tastes like blood
Savagely cruel, barren expanse, the atmosphere,a caustic fogEvery breath reminds me of painDust of dried blood filling my lungsOn the horizon I see a chasm, a distant pulsebegins to beat
Suddenly a flash, specter of the pastVision of mass murder, torrents of blood
The vision quickly ends,the wasteland still beckonsPlodding toward the chasmI hear rushing liquid
My mind cannot conceive,the massacre I beholdAn infinite river of cadavers,buoyant in their own bloodVertigo engulfs my brain asmy body fails and drops
A million corpses staringStraining to survive,limbs flailing in the bloodGrapple with headless bodiesHands of the dead are pulling me downwardDrowning in this riverIntestines are alive, like tentacles they chokeSituation hopelessI submit to the fury of the river
Paralyzed with terrorThousands of their thoughtsare entering my mindConscious on their levelEvery tortured death is experienced at onceDrowning in their anguishOrdeal of their deaths now saturates my brainVengeful corpses shriekingGenocide, genocide, genocide, genocide