Zeppelin Raids - 1914

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 thru the scorched earth

Death overtakes me

And quiet sound of working air screws

Burns me down