This is War

The blood slowly drips
The inky smell
grasping its way
into your nostrils

You look around
casualties are many
the blood drips
all around your body

This is war
there is no escape
maybe you knew them
maybe you didn't

Still they are dead
Because this is war
They try to prevent it
by preparing for it

There is no prize
except for dead bodies
They are all dead
because this is war

Everyone goes in
Saying we will win
we have god
this is war

But in this war
They both have god
And there is no prize
for runner up

So still the blood
will slowly drip
its inky smell
grasping its way into
your worn out mind

Because this is war