Fix me up.
Point me in the direction
And I will be your wheapon,
War and battle are my life.
Drop of blood. Glimpse of bone white.
Flash of a blade in the dead of night.
Blood and flesh, quite a sight,
I have long forsaken the light.
As they grow weaker, I will grow stronger.
Not gonna lose any longer.
Seconds pass as each of them falls,
Can't defeat me, they ain't got the balls.
Bang!Bang! The bark of the gun.
Screaming, is what you hear, as they're over run.
A roar of bloodlust with each and every sword thrust.
The beating of my heart sings like a drum.
Chaos of war is the national anthem.
Violence is the sweet melody,
Screaming is the tune, off key.
A wheapon is what I was told to be,
No voice, no choice, No freewill for me.
Pain, death and delicious agony, bare for all to see.
People killed and there freedom bound.
Beaten and told not make a sound.
Chained and tied to the blood soaked ground.
Prisoners of war.
Point me in the direction
And I will be your wheapon
War and battle are my existence.
Bang! bang! the bark of the gun.
screaming as they're over run.
My wicked laugh echoing.
Sun glinting off a blade in mid swing.
Resistance of bone against steel.
Sounds of a corpse in a sqeal
Splat of a head as it hits the dirt.
Spots of crimson on my shirt.
I am the general of death.
I am a wheapon of war.
I am the Reaper, The Devil and God on the battlefield.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Of Damnation And Salvation!
PoetryRhymes that will steal your time. Make you weep in sadness and sing for joy. These are what bring your very soul,mind and spirit to the emotional breaking point of madness. Join Alice down the rabbit hole. If you dare read these poems.
