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Enemy (sheep)
written by Genocide Reaper07:51 PM 3/23/05I can see the sheep in the fields.
Eating grass around pools of blood that war spilled.
Treading lightly as they catch sight of skulls and swords.
Slain sheep lay over the hill.
And as they make their way forward.
It is them we shall kill.
Our prey tries to pray.
The enemy is in disarray.
Living in eternal pain.
It's in their veins.
They've lost it.
Brainwashing one another, they're overly insane.
Bow down to martyr.
We'll never follow the devil in disguise.
We know who you are.
I know I'll never follow her.
My words I'm sure are hard to understand.
Only if you were in my head.
Saw what I see.
Then you'd know what's going on within me.
Spears rest butt end in the ground.
Spear head topped with decaying heads.
The fallen lambs rest without a sound.
They've come to the top of this hill.
Time to kill.
Lacerate their throats, bury the blade deep.
Slay the sheep.
Forever in Hell they shall sleep.
Foolish takers that try to upset the balance.
The one in which nature does keep.
Their own fate has been reaped. |
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