Bleeding Dawn

The broken sky, an ominous red.
Scorching the remains of the scattered dead.
A species tainted with endless stain.
Hope is descending as blighted rain.
The beast that unlatched armageddon's crest.
Was man's greed and desire for life after death.
Two faiths that opposed for their deity's might.
Destruction to all, their sacred right.

poem by Aaron Lynn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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