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Warriors death Danuwa
written by Genocide Reaper07:29 PM 10/22/04| These two Christians are planting seeds, and so am I. not in a classroom of Children, but in a Hotel room with a woman, deep in the seed gos. The demons seed. No, I didn't have a drink and neither did she. But we were both on the brink of killing one another in a passion of lust. What do I need a savior for, I'm going to breed, fight, and die. Thats the life of a Hero. The life, of a man. The life that will surly one day pass. Though I can't guarantee that I won't get sent back to try and get it right, And I can't say I won't go to Hell for my sin, and I'm not sure if you will ever find me where I land. And I remember, when it happened, when I realized Life was this way. So as I die, remember me, Keep in mind, keep me close inside your heart. Because as I march out weapon in hand. Smile when you think of me. I'm warrior on his way. Thats all. Danuwa. Is what I'm in. Danuwa might let me end up dead. Now move on, as you lay me to rest, don't cry for me, I did my best. I tried to do something for you all, and myself. I wasn't that selfish now that you think about my cold flesh. Danuwa, was my way, its a Warriors word, Danuwa for a cause, Danuwa for a reason, Danuwa season. (high string E, from fret 2-4-6-9 three licks on 2, three on 4. five on 6. and 8 on 9.) Danuwa was my life, this is the last world I'll speak, this is the only time my vision will truly go bleak, as my life becomes blank and they lay me past the canvas of life and put me to rest. |
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I wrote two poems like this, this was the one that made the cut.. If you'd like to see the other. Make a request and I'll post it.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Schizophrenic_broken (10-22-2004 - 07:39 PM)
| that is good, post the other 1
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