Life from Three DimensionsA Poem by David the writerMarching feet Swords clash, and daggers meet Rain hits the bloody rivers flowing And the vultures fly to feast, silently crowing
The faces' expressions blank As the bodies fill the river bank Swords clashing, but no death For the ash filling our lungs have already taken away our breath
Ash of suffering Vulters of wicked Bloody land reflecting red skies Moon light still shining grim hope
Daggers slicing flesh Teeth of cannible's thresh This shall never end Our whole life fighting, we'll spend
So our message is clear As we strike final blows of fear As we watch falling tear after tear With a blank stare
Ash of suffering Vulters of wicked Bloody land reflecting red skies Moon light barely shining grim hope
Laughing as I watch men Out of control like a headless hen All because of pawns put in right places And I used the right aces
Sometimes being the devil is amazing The sights you see Watcing the flames raising It's so beautifuly evil being me
Ash of suffering Vultures of wicked Bloody land reflecting red skies Moon light has no light, only dripping blood © 2012 David the writerReviews
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