Soon To Be Extinct..

The smoke billows through their sky, Their souls leave with haste suddenly, The cries heard and the victory may be claimed, They hold their mythological books tight. Wearing the robes and clutching the wounded, Sieving the rubble to find the peace they are taught, Unshaven beards full of itch ridden scars, They hold their mythological books for support. Doves are there, released from the pacific, Carried the message to poke and bandage, The skull caps are multi colored to hide the patches, They hold their mythological books for guidance. These books are too dangerous, as these release the devils, From the hearts of angelic human who are visually impaired, Limbs are scattered and the heads are swallowed, They still hold their mythological books to prove to be extinct.