Zeppelin Raids

Death comes in different ways It hangs in the air Spilled on the battleground It squashes you with tracks Too many ways to die Now decease coming down like Black vultures in the sky And you are bursting out Impaled All wounded Dissected Unburied Charred corpses Torn into pieces Departed Without breathing I'm running down through the scorched earth Death overtakes me And quiet sound of working air screws Burns me down

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025