Rigor Mortis

The Madness Continues Rigid as steel he sleeps, stiff and lifeless, Inert, a shell of a man who liked to laugh. Gone through the valley of death him who Once was filled with much capacity to love. Rest in peace, brother, whoever you are. More of the same will most certainly ensue Out in the harsh, unforgiving desert sands. Rue the day when leaders set forth agenda To pursue wily enemies with phantom WMD. In the mortuary a chaplain kneels in prayer, Soldier takes his last, long journey home.