ahem -
yo,
.. been to Nirvana & back, spent countless hours plottin‘ attacks -
though His time span escapes any chronological lapse
Father of Jax, metal appendages, Katanas attached, with
Blades forged of silver found on fossils under Solomon's ashes
You'll find this note written slowly in methodical sanskrit
From this ages-old soldier, last records of His chronicles scratched in ……...
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War blossoms when planted, bloody limbs grow atop of the grasses
Once a fresh summer flesh, it now lies rotten & rancid ..
bloody velvet red carpets, trimmed with cotton, then bandaged
Leading to magic boxes, walls dropping for Bin Laden to vanish
I overdose opium dreams beneath astronomical fragments,
Calculate patterns that foreshadow the enemy's logic n' tactics
Pullin‘ triggers on contact with hostile combatants,
Swept every weapon we found for any possible handprints.
Squadron been wanderin‘ since they dropped a bomb on the captain -
Sandbox planet, saddest sight since Vietnam when it happened.
There's nothing to do except get lost in the madness
And patiently wait, everyday to see equality happen …
Under command of one percent who sees a profit extracted,
We all signed up for Uncle Sam inside his Washington mansion.
n‘ all he wants to see is bodies, bodies, bodies and havoc,
Yet he'll be first in line to pay respects when our coffin has landed ..
God damn it.
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…… why do we fight their battles? ……
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Cobblestone walkway to the lowering drawbridge,
Flaming arrows overhead, out of air drops a nobleman's carcass;
Soldiers do marcheth in straight lines, torches smoldering Spartans
catapults on castle walls, guards release boulders to launch it.
Chain mail suited, every inch of armor overly polished
sword sharpened, yet in a minute, both will be tarnished
Shoved my blade through one who was approaching with caution
Joined his friends, slumped beside a growing row of the heartless.
Crossbow extended, lettin metal tips go with a small twitch
moment it touches skull they might just blow it apart, bitch!
Felt the breeze of a swing, turned to and fro in a sharp twist
cut his organs out so clean they coulda sold in the markets ..
A shallow trench is all that waits, awake for those who departed,
some are brained by glancing blows & live on mostly retarded.
Left home for the darkness, don't even really know how it started
Just fighting for the honor of His throne, the exalted.
When our authority is challenged, we must dispose of the target
Their problem, but crimson leaking down our throats will resolve it.
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Those on flights, grippin shells .. to the knights ringin‘ bells,
willing to die for the wealth, pride of those clutching tight to the helms
we're all a physical stock they've been trying to sell .. so
Whether trench hopping soldier or viking from Hell,
A warrior's fight is only true if He fights for himself.
- Black
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