Blood Party

Photo taken by Cassie

Shrill cries of mortal pain

have awakened the dead souls in hell.

The metallic odor of the sticky red fluid

stenched the dry plains.

To the beat of the drums

and the strange chant of the high priest,

the people fall into trance

and welcome their death.

Blood for life.

Blood for a year's harvest.

Victims being maimed,burned, dragged, hanged and drowned

litter the hungry earth.

Headless corpses shake violently.

Scattered limbs reach out

for what was left of their dignity.

The precious human skin

is peeled off from its living owner.

Blood for life.

Blood for a year's harvest.

Men become cattles,animals, useless sinners

awaiting for their judgment.

Their blood ensuring the earth's fertility.

Stacked skulls decorate the roads.

Torches illuminate lonely shadows

behind empty sockets.

Souls searching for answers and for justice.

Blood for life.

Blood for a year's harvest.

Death gives way for life.

Life feeds death.

Such is the fate of soldiers,

warriors of earthly ideologies.

While the master looks on unharmed.

For country,for life, blood will flow.