World of Smoking Ruins

trenches of raging fire corpses scattered like garbage the littered remains of war the words is a bleeding sore the survivors crawl through ashes on limbs that are just stumps crawling to their redemption deep into the battlefield a world of smoking ruins a place where life is now hell the soil is drinking the blood upheaval of the dirt a giant hand of doom in a worlds of smoking ruins nothing remains but death nothing lives in this place nothing remans but filth the foul stench of the dead world of smoking ruins ashes to dust and pillars of smoke world of smoking ruins fleshless lies the end