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Family of honor (family of murder)
written by Genocide Reaper09:25 AM 3/5/05Walk through the endless plains.
The ones plagued with destruction and pain.
Hold the pin less grenade, clutch that pin in your teeth.
Now either put it back in that fucker.
Or commit murder.
Sick and tired of seeing these fools waste their lives.
Sick and tired of seeing the tools living tedious in needless strife.
Picking up the knife, staring at the reflection.
Its my chest I'll cut in sections.
Removing this cold black heart.
Strapping it with C4.
Now my bomb beats, it grows, and I shall see families in the funeral.
As they weep.
Father did his time.
Now its my turn to commit the crime.
Cutting off ears.
Impressing my peers.
Killing isn't a game.
And its not a shame.
Its the meaning in my fucking name.
Family of soldiers and murderers.
Proud to kill!
Proud to live!
Proud to die!
Proud to fight!
Half deaf, my Grandfather fought on!
Land mine splattered his friend!
He fought he didn't want to see his life end!
Killing men for valor!
Killing men for honor!
No love in murder!
Just a job needing to be done!
Now remember that and everything will be fine my son!
Sent in from the skies!
My Uncle wasted many!
Ending dozens of lives!
Vietnam, what a hell hole.
Heated jungle, count the endless death toll!
Father!
Was it fun!
Tell me again how your point man carried a browning shotgun!
Father!
Was it hard?
Killing all of those men as if you had no heart!
Father!
Did you enjoy the violence!
Is that why you were always drinking in my presence!
Grandfather!
What was it like?
Did the killing Korean’s leave a lasting impression?!
Did the enemy taste your knife?
Grandfather!
Why the cotton in your ear?
Is it because it came true? Your fear?
Grandfather!
Why did they lead your squad into a mine field?
Did they want to see you and your friends fail?
Uncle!
What did it take to make it through WWII!
Did you kill plenty of skinheads when they dropped you in on D day?
Was it Hell in and for the rest of the way!
Now its my turn!
I'm taking my leap!
Family of honor!
And it is mine to keep!
I'm going to wage a war with my demons within!
Remember that you all fought and killed so I could have the right to sin!
Family of murder!
I love you dearly!
My respect is with you!
your combat skills and valor!
I'll remember what you all said!
And I'll try to keep my ass from becoming a premature death!
I'll live with my pride!
Until I fucking die! |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Nothing but respect for my family.
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