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Waiting on a War field
written by Genocide Reaper04:13 AM 9/27/04| I can smell the blood in the air, the feeling that this horde of Lost souls was here. I can smell the Fear lingering around my fingers as I hold my hand towards the moon. I'm standing by myself, yet, not alone, surrounded by the swoon, I know War will cover this Tall grassy field soon. I can smell burning flesh in the distance, its not long before they ramapage through here, towards the next town, rapeing killing, slaughtering. I smell her perfume as she rides like the wind, she's bring that horde of lost souls in, for a Thrill, just to see me, and to kill. I refuse to let her win, I guess, a taste of her own doing is instore for her now, teach the lesson, of reaping what we sow, soon she'll see how. I'm vengence in the flesh, a Vindictive Messenger of Malice, a hand which caught a mace, redirecting the Ramapage back to the eaiser stage, my rage unleashed upon her Demon band, my once blood soaked hands will be doused again. As I kill all of her Feinds, then rape her through and through, even her Dreams. I'm listen to her moans and screams, although, it'll be slow it seems. As I stand her in wait. Watching the blue and black sky, Pale light bestowing the feeling of pleasure for my actions upon me. Her deeds will end when she's dead, but I'll have my Fun, before I take her Head. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I was trying to be very visual with this poem, plant the image inside your head. Let you get the Feel of it.. Let me know if I did.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (9-27-2004 - 10:46 AM)
| wow... that plants such a vivid picture in my head... good job |
by dacode1 (9-30-2004 - 02:26 PM)
| You could be the very One turning my dreams inside and out...well done...very vivid |
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