I don't think you're ready

I don't think you're ready

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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07/2014

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The trumpet has sounded..

 

And I have answered its call

The sword that has lain upon the shelf

Now glistens in my hand

 

Soon to be stained with your blood

Of which I will taste

 

Look me in the eyes

As I bury it to the hilt inside the waste

That you have become

 

Take a good look at my face

I am the death you deserve



© 2014 joshua deathdealer


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LOL fantastic, hah, I had to come over, in between on what I am doing, to read and review this one...
I find it fantasticly dark, how you are the Zombie in this one... and replaced your brain to a non-active, but intuitive one. :) It makes clear also not to mess with ya lol ;) -xx- into my shelf.... -xx-

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Lol this made me laugh. I love swords and I love stories with people killing swords. The picture went really well with it. I love the dark themes you have in your poem. Thank you for sharing. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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joshua deathdealer

10 Years Ago

Ha that's why your my sis!! xx Thank you!!
LOL fantastic, hah, I had to come over, in between on what I am doing, to read and review this one...
I find it fantasticly dark, how you are the Zombie in this one... and replaced your brain to a non-active, but intuitive one. :) It makes clear also not to mess with ya lol ;) -xx- into my shelf.... -xx-

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 1, 2014
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Tags: war, blood, revolution

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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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