This is what I imagine when I envision Hell. Surrounded by death and sorrow. The land is barren and blood-soaked, and ashes have blocked out the sun. The horizon is etched with the skeletons of trees and corpses. A beast howls in the distance, a mixture of fear and rage. The beast
Sadly I can't remember where I got this quote / poem I've had it for a while now. I think it describes World War 1 very well with how hellish that war was but as I said I don't remember where I got this so for all I know this could be about some other war or something else entirely
Wow. You should write war stories with talent like this
Great work keep it up
I want to read more so much!!!!!
Hell isn't fire. Hell is mud.
This is what I imagine when I envision Hell. Surrounded by death and sorrow. The land is barren and blood-soaked, and ashes have blocked out the sun. The horizon is etched with the skeletons of trees and corpses. A beast howls in the distance, a mixture of fear and rage.
The beast
Sadly I can't remember where I got this quote / poem I've had it for a while now. I think it describes World War 1 very well with how hellish that war was but as I said I don't remember where I got this so for all I know this could be about some other war or something else entirely