Death is in the air as the plague of war
Is set,
It falls upon us all, snaring us in its
Net.
I do not wish to die nor seek to take
A life,
But this is not the place for thoughts of
Pain and strife.
Come this looming morning I take my
Sword and shield,
I become your death, an awesome power
To wield.
Face me if you wish but you soon your blood
Shall pour,
The crows shall have their feast and you'll
Be here no more.
I've been here thirty days and not yet seen
My end,
So I write these words for my confession
To be sent.
Every man I kill, their faces haunt my
Dreams,
The blood that I have taken could fill the
Longest streams.
If we are victorious the cost was far too
Great,
So I say a prayer, and leave it up to
Fate.
