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My deed (for her)
written by Genocide Reaper03:29 PM 3/18/05Fighting to stay proud.
I know it can be heard for miles around.
The ringing shield, the tumult of metal on metal, the unforgettable screams.
The deathly and sickly sounds.
The ones that come from the ground.
The dead and dieing begging for help.
Those that have been stricken.
By the serpent of war.
Its poison shall seep into family veins, them it will sicken.
What's kept me alive through out this fight?
I ask myself as I look around to see the end of the battle.
The one coming to a halt after the sun had set.
here I stand covered in blood.
Soaked in sin this night.
Moon light showering down upon me.
Internally I bleed, but not red, I bleed screams.
Cries for forgiveness in mass murder.
I'll return to a broken home.
Where I find my wife huddled in a corner.
I'll carry in, a severed head, a King she once knew, now dead.
The oppressive is now deceased.
And in my obsession I am some how pleased.
Many have fought and died for me.
Just so I could help her, get inside her mind, it I did finally ease.
In the blood of thousands her nightmares was washed away.
In the deaths of innocents my righteousness begin to decay.
Slowly my soul is withering.
I can feel the slither of the serpent.
Returning unto me payback in three folds.
In her hands my head she holds.
No tears flow from my eyes.
My ability to feel remorse has died.
I did this for her.
And now I'm nothing more than a great lover and murder.
Awaiting punishment.
In my dreams I can see the Hell which I will be sent.
My future for loves violence. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Misery (3-19-2005 - 07:59 PM)
| I am in love with this, this was great. |
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