Mending The Dead Army Part II: Pyres Of Perception

Upon the torpid pile, the inert now arise

An army ineffectual, sprightly in the skies

Upwards... Onwards

From corpse to the cloud to claim their accolade

A reinterpretation of the mindset,

By volition, or weapon free persuasions

One selection leaving sentience in this wake

By the power of dying incandescence, the gates begin to break

Like the bones that line their backs, the gates begin to break

A tirade of humanities, in your beliefs reflected

The caliber of a faith, in brutality now tested

From the burning home that holds a dying hope

Will come the bleeding hands that help you choke

Upon the threshold of this domicile, the egress,

In desperation to reform

Cries escape this abode in vein, but

Non-protracted shall they remain... intoned

Spluttering, their throat absent from its abyss

Muted by my grandest mutilations

Now hopeless and in despair, their lives equate to nothing

But still the army marches onwards...

Onwards to the bitter end of beings and beliefs

From man to mans made up mysticism

And faith instilled in fears

But now you've seen how dark the demons' eyes can reflect

That the truth of trust and humanity is not what we expect

The blood that beats for charity, in reality

Bleeds for the dilapidation of all chastity