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Corrupted Corpses
written by Blackhawk12:08 AM 3/15/05Like the nameless.
They are numerous.
Like a raven they are heard.
And they run like a restless herd.
They purge your homes and take you down.
They burn your lives and wear the crown.
Soon it all will end.
The order you once knew will descend.
Riding with Death upon crimson horses.
Nothing now but corrupted corpses.
They steal and squander as we are made to pay.
The revolution is upon us, now is the day.
Take up your dagger and write a vicious letter.
With violence and vice they seem to listen better.
What must we do?
What must we plee?
In order to gain ultimate sanctuary.
Ride with War upon black horses.
Nothing now.
Just corrupted corpses.
You take up your pens and write in money's blood.
Your words are stricken down and cast into the Mud.
We are nothing to them.
And I must make you see.
You will have to rise up.
And kill for sanctuary.
Ride on Satan's horses and kill all that you may see.
Kill all corrupted corpses and with a neutral Sanctuary. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by bLoodXkitty (3-15-2005 - 01:01 AM)
| Beautiful. I love it. You truly have some talent. |
by depressions_slave (3-15-2005 - 05:13 AM)
| As always, deep, no doubt you have talent, don't abuse it? |
by YouSmileAs_I_Die (3-15-2005 - 05:53 AM)
| that's one kick-ass poem. |
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