A sunlit scourge across the plains
The men advance, menace in their plans
Weaponry glistens from 'neath the rays
Of a scorching star that seems to foretell
The gruesome end and deeds most fell
Enemies across the field
Align and face the others one side in fear
The other in triumph, their victory is sure
The battle has yet to be joined
Upon the prophesied proving ground
When, in roaring agony, the fight is begun
Only one opponent will have won
The right to remain upon this planet
The others sent to their shallow graves
A road to hell the reaper paves
Grinning in his savage delight
Death is laughing his face alight
And pulls the vanquished beneath the ground
Their tragic end a reminder now
That war is His most favored tool