Staring up again
To see my precision
In the rugged terrain
Mine body so shifted
Abused and milk made
Beaten top my own
Am I who I say?
Perhaps says no more
Inanimate the walkers
Ghosts so vivid and felt
While haze is living
Bodies of ash, mist they melt
Mother floats red
Dried tears in her skies
The mad breathe their path
The blood wanders, why
Mad hatter
What's the matter?
Why keep alone?
In the day's sky of hate
Does any being roam?
Who's life is the sole's?
Cry lead and let live
In this crusade hell
Deal the cards of charade