Battle Of Beliefs

"The world around him appeared like hell on Earth; the grass no longer showing due to the torrential rain, bombs and shells attacking it through the day and night. Clouds closing in on him, threatening to suffocate him in their glum, grey state. Singing - loudly - seemed to be the only aspect of comfort, filling the painful silence of the deserted war zone. As the song progressed, his voice gradually began to sound more pained, desperate and rapidly filled with fear. " - some random poet