**BLaTtAv3lli-II** **(Mattavelli- Ft.BLitZ3D)**

BLaTtAv3lli-II

Mattavelli & BLitZ3D

M4A1, like hey Hun. 

Start out real short, by the end you'll hear a grunt,

 cough on the blunt, desert camo storm hunter hummer. 

Ford, run, from the fort, lunge from the explosion, final resort,

 shrapnel heat like a drummer beat, bummer.

Chapel, "skeet skeet" Afghan in the middle of summer, 

i stand, a lone man with my clan, as one we force our hand 

And1, bullets come from 3pt land. Gunner

50. cal on the chopper , run her,

feed her, rub her, cause aint nothing about rubber on this tuber-

-ware,

Oh where has my little dog gone?

Infrared says it wont be to long.

Drone confirms, targets a tall blonde.

Thumb flips up, and poof there all gone.

Four rotors, two turrets.

I wrote up the blue prints and headed to the lab encouraged.

Woke up refurbished, revoked my knowledge of learning

 Marshal, to civilians, 

Law, bills to the villans.

 Id like to see you try an hurt us.

Populations just sitting back chillin 

See babies dying before they learn to smile.
The sky's are burning from the yellow to the Nile.
The gods said, go ahead. They're taking a nap.
The weak king's dead. He's got his head in his lap.
His eyes still staring as we redraw his map.
Lets hack off the foot of man and escape the trap.
the world's too full it's
time for more bullets.
Lets go with a blitz
and see how hope fits into our grand design.
Through fire we'll realign
Our reign shall be divine.
We'll erase your bloodline.
Your men don't have the will. We'll show you how to kill;
a duty we'll fulfill when it's your blood we spill.

A well of red, veins deep we drill. 

Boxes and bags, bodies piled and lay still.

Still they remain until birth, still remains.

My rights killed, like gas from the Nazi Germans.

Chemical warfare, f**k germs man.

 Brain wash you , Futurama, drink the Slurm can.

Exoskeletons an drones unmanned.

Hell demons in our homes making demands. 

A push of a button with the swipe of a hand.

The Holocaust of nuclear bombs blows, damn.

Damns crack and show integrity compromised like the missions in tow.

Over the sands of deserts the water will flow.

Control of the weather, in Egypt theirs snow. 

Antarctica, look how smart you are, now my weed will grow.

All this devastation puts the future back into the age of the stone.

A little hesitation could have prevented an endangered habitable zone... 

Author's Note

Mattavelli-- http://www.writerscafe.org/mattavelli

Reviews

[Emily]

Good job, but some spelling and grammar errors:
1st stanza, 19th line : should be villains
3rd stanza, 11th line: the word you're looking for is dam, I think. Spelled differently from the swear.
3rd stanza,15th line: Should be "In Egypt there's snow"
Good job you two!

[Shea McWilliams]

Great job, very descriptive. Keep writing you guys!

[Emily]

Great work you guys!
Keep it up!

[Mitali Shah]

Great work, scenes of Hiroshima and Nagasaki do erupt again with a flashback.

[wordman]

sounds like life as we know it today,and a good rap song

[Michael Wright]

You have caught the the true nature of the topic good job

[dan]

This piece illustrates very well the chaotic nature of all wars going on in the world. You two use such powerful imagery of desolation interlaced with peaceful snippets to remind us that there IS life going on where the wars have not yet touched. A fine piece of social commentary about the violence in the news and sometimes in our back yards. Very nice job, the both of you! take caer...dan

[R Smith]

I like this, you really slam into the warfare that rules this world and as you say it just takes that button push to send us back to stone and weeds growing in lands once covered in ice, maybe someone should listen to you both :)

[silent poet]

This is straight crack!! I can't help but smirk cause I love how I know you as I read. dope and sick lines blitzed!! smh.. u went in/ mattavelli? good job you had a story line going and kept up speed within one minds tale.. collab is nice,