God Dethroned

Shells of sharpnel flying over our heads
Fountains of mud pile up to the sky
Atrocious artillery fire
Creating a colossal wall of flame
Rattling machine guns
Spewing fire like mad machines
Thunderous roaring
Bombs looping high up in the air
Shells falling down in the trenches
Soldiers collapse in a bloody heap
Fire storm
Incredible massing of forces
In the hour of destiny
To fight for a distant future
And the violence it unleashed
The clouds of our gas shells beaten back by a headwind
Overwhelmed by the blunt force, a raging fire-storm
This place looks grisly