My Gospel

Inside the shield there's no joy
A dead soul lies there
A sleepy frozen river
And few indifferent memories to enjoy.

Beneath the husk there lies me
Like a stranger, so cold and numb
After the battle, it's so cool & calm
Ugly face of fallen bravery.

Inside this carcass there's nothing & none
No shame; no fear; no sense at all
Nowhere to look at, no one to call
In this meekness, I am the fun.

Underneath the shroud-, few tear drops
A blank life, a rotten fate
Your search ends here and you get
Lying solemnly my stinking corpse.