Blood-Splattered War

Blood-Splattered War

A Poem by RainbowFlames
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lies, anger, pain, demise... war.

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A death of success.
nothing will amount to the weight of this mess.
Every child falls,
Blood splatters on the walls.
Killing is a new art.
Everything has to have some sort of start.
Alone in the cold wilderness,
A life built on lies.
A house filled with sin.
You are alone,
Broken,
And beyond control.
There is nothing more,
Just the thrill of the war.
I have spoken,
Exit through the door while it's still open.
Keep the soul alive.
Do not reject.
Keep the soul alive.
You are a prefect little sheep, without regret.

 

© 2009 RainbowFlames


Author's Note

RainbowFlames
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I am reminded of the song "Pet" by A Perfect Circle.

Such a strong, powerful message. Good job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Two changes to think about:

1. "Killing is a new art" - think about changing it to "Killing is the new art". After all, it really isn't "a" new art, but something we perfect over and over as we progress through time and science.
2. Did you mean "perfect" or "prefect" in that last line?

Now, as for the poem, it is gritty, dirty, and down right to the point and it could not get much better than that. Kudos.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on June 13, 2009