It's 5 pm already
Time flies by fast

They will come soon-

With grey eyes and red hands
A command on their tongue
A flat tone, empty of thought and emotion

The stage is set-
A ****** play on a graveyard
Their uniforms a lock on their humanity,
A skin, shed off at night.
Actors for their commanders
“LINE UP!”-
Few words,
Fewer gazes

It's 5 pm already.
A call for us,
Just like the others

I have seen it…
The unholy, black smoke
And the putrid stench of decay
lingers longer than faith

I have heard it…
Their shrill screams;
Akin to cattle that wail
at the hands of an amateur butcher;
A scream that breaks the will of heaven,
One that echoes nightmares

They have come
with a blessing,
The freedom of a dead man.
The last 5 pm.