Through The Blue

Ride tonight left or right, can’t see through the blue. Run tonight, death is their site. Must crawl through the blue.
Galloping through the fire. Trudging through frigid tundra. Cross the bridge before thunder. Traverse through haunted forests.
Why do they come for us now?
Women and children
Burn.
Burn.
Innocence.
Sick cold dead bloody bruised blistered covered in sores that they’d went to shame.