Rigid Young Soldiers

BVB army, my friends..

Everyone dons the floor, goes;
born again. The young staring
past the bars denying it was
their light that was dissobedience.
These screaming ones bleeding us-
they are daydreams just beginning,
outspoken. A godly title
on every face of the fallen. These
are pools of the deaf, are,
undoubtedly, ever-rigid soldiers.
Israfel's not through with creating,
the noise- it is himself, recruiting
the young writers and more
artists with hearts beating
quick; though faithfull, bodies
their own creation. The self so
lighthearted, and each one
aglo.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

This was like a snowball rolling down a hill, Wit each line the beat and rhythm picked up, awesome write!:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your poetry. Like going back 500 years and enjoy reading the poetry of the masters. I like the use of language. Create sad vision and thoughts. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

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That moment when you're in a :( mood and then you put on music and you look like this: T-T and then T^T and then I read this and went D'X WAAAAAH!!!!!! Sorry, war is a touchy subject for me. Awesome poem though you write beautifully :) *sniffle sniffle* :P