S a l v a t i o n


The truck it clatters down the road

In transit of it's precious load.

It's safe, they think, this little van

'Cause this road is one no-mans land

Three shadows watch, no words they speak

The stench of war- age old- the reek

One had gone. No two, methinks

Two steel, one wood, you hear- it clinks

The drivers' sitting calm with cheer

Their grins become pure looks of fear

And as a bomb of strength resounds

The people flee their dying town

They do not save, but turn to flee

The Foot has gotten all but thee

The guilt that twists in nothing new

To fight and see the new day too.

And standing in the ashen ruins

A place of safety tinged with fear

The men's salvation has become

The damaged hubcap...

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