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Words of a Warrior.
written by Genocide Reaper06:17 AM 4/2/05Fully aware of what I speak.
These images and thoughts, they are not bleak.
Swords plunged into guts, dead men bleeding to death in battle.
Crying in pain.
The living march on with means.
The old times, ruled by strong minds.
Take a peak inside cold, hard reality.
Take a look at the spears piercing rib cages.
Blood flowing freely, as men cut other men down in blind rages.
Bowels released, blood flowing free, screams pouring out.
As they die, they cry and shout.
Pushing back the onslaught of legionnaire's.
Fighting harder and harder, as they gasp for air.
The stench ever so foul.
The real question is, who will win this round?
Barbarians hell bent upon ruling all they see?
Or the ignorant civilized politicians obsessed with greed.
Destiny is set.
Make your bet.
My pockets emptied.
Money bid against my enemy.
For I am a warrior, and I cannot just watch.
I must engage!
I must fight!
May I die in utter agony before I turn and run!
My death shall be remembered by my son!
In war I make my wages.
In Hells sits cowards, in cages.
I am the rook upon the board.
I am, the right hand of the lord.
I cannot, I will not fail.
For defeat is betrayal! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by KaoticKitty87 (4-2-2005 - 06:20 AM)
| nice, the imagry is awesome |
by The Pope (Clayton) (4-2-2005 - 06:20 AM)
| damn! thats pretty fuckin good |
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