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The price of war
written by Genocide Reaper12:03 AM 11/15/04| Streets filled with blood, rotten flush covered in mud, foot prints of people that are now dead, being washed away in the cold down pouring rain. Fire lights the sky, as bombs are dropped, men screaming out war crys as they rush head first into the rolling metal that lays before them. What is left of the city! Nothing decaying structure! what is there to kill! soon to be nothing! everyone will die! Crumbleing buildings crush fleeing children, flesh melting from bone as Napalm is re-issued to the military to use. No mercy! Kill 'em all! Pull the trigger watch the bodies fall! Blood seeps into the ground, back home men are boxed up and placed into private graves. Trenches filled with mutilated carcasses. Lighting strikes as dawn approaches leaving a clear view of brutal destruction and death, how does it feel solider! to see the wars wasteland! how does it feel politician to see the children you've killed! how does it feel Demons in Hell with your knew company with which you now dwell! |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I just recorded a few Riffs a moment ago on my comp... And I started writeing how the music made me feel, see, and think... Rather smooth and brutal.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-16-2004 - 03:58 AM)
| You, my love, are rather smooth and brutal. |
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