Heavy Boots Walking

Glass shards crushed by hard souled war boots

Visors drawn masks up buldings burning gas roll sin

Beholden to no government but their own the world in chaos moans

This fantasy of hell they said could never be

Scoffers now with hearts stone survival of the fittest

Only curious for pain and it’s releases

Self appointed gods

Devoted to self

Keening earth reels in shattered destiny the melody of death

The righteous are gone…Hell rules and the heavy boots dance

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