World Mad With Hate Poem by Brendon Secrist
World Mad With Hate
Battle cries ring out,
As tear drops of blood,
Fall and litter the ground.
We draw our swords,
And prepare for the worst.
Hell's number's praise,
As they join the dead,
A million have fallen,
A million still stand.
Energy fading,
We're close to breaking,
We'll do our best,
To try to protect,
A world gone mad with hate.
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