THE FIELD OF CHAOS

 Hello all! This is a Poem I written when I was in my Late Teen's:

Where are the demons?

Oh where are you?

Some men tries to be like you

Take us to the Hell, Oh dear Devil

So we no more experience this Evil.

The sky bleeds Red And there roll innocent heads

The fire burn nothing But the ashes remains

Oh men from strange land Is it for the Throne?

Or Is it for the Fame?

Or To inscript your name in the book of Doomed?

We ask no land but a roof to sleep

We ask no feast but some food to eat

We ask no miracle but a peace to remain

We ask no God but a savior to come

How come the fault is mine?

To born in the land of Monsters

A Vicious Hell that God would create

This chaos is nothing but a stained History.