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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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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