Run to our Deaths

Let’s run far, far away Falling away for a day Only to die a waste Such sad sorrow If it would be fate’s calling Cleansing rain, there to wash the blood away Let me lie in death’s crimson embrace Till one day I die and am gone away Christ’s cross about the neck of mortal treason Bottleneck the lies and fables Cries for innocence finally heard Once in a place far away Peace shall remain an ideology Or maybe a feeling within Wars rage on the world coming to not Desperately I shall wait in a place far away For one day in death’s form I will lay and hopefully never wake up i really wonder what people will make of this...im fairly certain i shall be viewed as crazy and that would be marvelous, whatever the case, please analyze or comment on this piece of work