Bitter Harvest

By Shanna Heise

Forefather’s blood was shed on the ground

And long ago washed clean

Their children now no longer care

Of what was and what has been

Satisfied with peace’s illusion

Lost and fading fast

Living for monotony

Forever will it last

Politician’s speeches

Invoke the final dawn

Summoning upon us

The terror we have earned

They Reap the Bitter Harvest

From sewing all their lies

No freedom now will save us

Against the new Slave Tide

The Modern Nostradamus

Looks into his seeing ball

Knows nothing can help us

Before the final call

Knows we all shall feel

The chill embrace of death

No there is no hope

Because none shall be left

Apocalypse shall take us

We all will see the end

It cannot be stopped

It feeds upon their sins

It will burn the land

And take us to our Death

Of the uncaring sheep

None there will be left.