Devin Fussa

Mr. King
English II
2/13/15

When the ground rumbles and the skies rain death,

The storm pours down and the floodgates open,
We gnash our teeth and growl under our breath,
What makes us man is easily stolen.
Instincts take over, I blindly stab out,
We were sent to hell by rulers unknown,
Were killing our brothers without a doubt,
We change as we look upon fields of bones.
But to survive, it is the only way,
Coffins surround us, the dead pile high,
And impulse is needed to live the day,
Both horses and men howl into the sky.
For when man is broken down to his least,
He takes off his mask and shows hes a beast.