ode to the unborn army

This is the voice of those who never spoke,
These words bear the life of those who never got to live!
They are called shadows
Since their bodies never actualized.
Like stones to be thrown off a field
We considered them worthless.
While we've been given a pegasus to fly
Through a life of rain and rainbows,
They've been given the reaper
Sentenced to die in the place of another.
Yes! they are martyrs,
Though martyrs are at least given the choice to live.
Yes! they are the seed of tomorrow,
Buried in blood but raised to be an end time army.