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I remember the day
that Washington burned,
And the bloody bits of JFK
still floating in
that Cuban bay
Hey, Hey, LBJ,
How many Kids
Did you Kill today?
Well, what can I say?
I wasn’t there to count ’em.
Napalm and Vietnam,
and a broken Saigon
and Viet-cahn,
Now President Saddam
and a Hydrogen bomb;
War.
What is it good for?
Look down and be reminded by your stumps
that you Can’t
Stand Up for your rights,
You left your legs in Afghanistan,
Just like your Dad left His in Iran!
Wheres the Taliban? There they are!
In the twisted scalding nails
And bits of metal in my Entrails!
In the desecrated monuments
And in the Veiled Females!
The Enemy is in my Head,
And if I shoot him Now,
He will be Dead.
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pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
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“I am Afraid of Monsters,”
jeered the boy to his Father
clothed in skins
“Don’t be,” He replied
with a grin
as he tore the flesh from the bone
with his Teeth, and
Blood rolled down his Chin.
“There’s no such thing.”
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Nobody seems to care for
What cannot be Seen
But when I look into the Mirror,
I don’t only see Me and
It cannot be Clearer
that I am but a function of We.
No one can Decieve
Nor make me Believe
that my Mind is a Sieve
To make me Live as a Piece
of this Hideous machine
That turns it’s Insidious,
Vacant Engines
with it’s Darkly
Suicidal Intentions,
think not of those
Who Find others to Blame
but Seek the depraved
and Lose my own Name to
Leave the whole World
Decaying in Shame
and look up to the Stars
and Beyond the Tame
Cities broken Boondox
Terrestrial shattered
Civilized Paradox
The Things I See when the Lights go Out
Fascinatingly, Terrifying
It doesn’t matter, shut them Out
These ghosts in my Head
That I cannot get out
Titanic Mistakes which
I did make
and though my Life is Not empty
It’s still far from Full
Those who are Forgotten
my Soul still does Pull
closer ever to my Heart
Which is not One
But billions tied
To All who suffer and
All those who Cry
And When my Eyes are shut
I Still can see
The Victims right
In front of me
Those who are blind
and Narrow in Mind
never think to care
For whats Righteous or Fair
And if you’ve been to the bottom
Can you comprehend what’s on top?
Dark, red Blood on
a Long, cold Blade
and All of the Ghosts
Suddenly
Fade
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Tigers blood
coursing through its Veins
blocking out any further pain
the growl that makes grown men come to tears
realizing the true face of fear
running would be pointless
screaming proved helpless
face down in the mud
comes the true meaning of tigers blood.
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Wolfs don’t cry,
They greet Slaughter with mirth
Wolfs don’t sigh
They fight from birth
No one tells Wolfs what not to do
If you try, We’ll kill you too.
Wolfs meet challengers
with Tooth and Claw
Wolfs rip them apart
With bloodied maw.
Wolfs tear out the bad-guys lungs,
Wolfs clean their paws with Triumphant tongues
Wolfs don’t fall away from Villain or Foe
Wolfs eat their Fucking marrow!
In Fearless Night,
Wolfs run free in Wild snow
Although, if Wolfs don’t Cry,
Then why do I?
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