Burning Corpses

Burning Corpses

As I watch a friend being killed,
I watch another burn.
They where all butchered like dogs,
Then burnt to the bone.
The smell was unbearable,
As I stood inline waiting for my turn.
They where killing anyone,
And anything.
They where the evil all feared,
None where brave enough to speak of.
As I looked into their eyes,
Only to see the traitors we became.
We where only puppets of Satan,
And they where being controlled by him.
I was taken away to the dark,
I could hear their screams.
As I felt weak I felt strong,
As if I was one of their own.
Now I was one of them,
The pain and the suffering.
It brought happiness too me,
Another’s pain brings honor to me.
Another’s death brings life out of good,
But as I think I’m already dead

By Fred Smith