Fate
A battle was fought,
People are dead,
The fates of the people,
Are all on your head.
You sent them into battle,
You said it would be fun,
Then their lives got spilled out,
And nobody won.
The worms of your conscience,
Crawl through your head,
Your sanity starts dying,
And then it is dead.
It was your fault they died,
And all went to hell,
The war is then over,
Or so people tell.
So as you fall down,
The souls of those dead,
Stay there to haunt you,
Until you are dead.