RAIN ON YOUR PARADE by Rïén KelsoA Poem by splattercore
RAIN ON YOUR PARADE
by Rïén Kelso Dig those trenches, Leave those far behind. Now the panic, Has become the attic. Soldiers dying, Throughout the hour. A love blooms on the battlefield, A beautiful flower. No one’s listening to a word I say. They just want to end the war. But really what’s working right behind the scenes, They are hungry, wanting more. Gassing enemies, All around us. Hit them all, They’re trying to kill us. Coughing, wheezing, I can’t breathe. A mortuary, Nervous breeze. Infectious tactics, they will destroy us all. Who’s healthy all depends on. A strong mind at work will prevent a suicide. Now we’re mentioning a casualty storm. A hailstorm of bullets, All around us. Exploding detonators, Not too many we can trust. Death and hatred, Maximum brutality. Nothing’s wasted, That’s my mentality. A litter pile of garbage will be set to flames. They are an impressive body count. Pour the gas, light the reason to blame. Now it’s time to set the score. Killing the enemy, Is half the battle. A torture so grand, You want their brain to rattle. Beg for mercy, By directing the bullet. Desperation triggers, Make them pull it. Poisoning our minds just long enough. Will create the reason for us to end it all. Spread the ashes with care as we follow through. But remember, we’re nothing more than that. A pile of ashes. Follow Splattercore Poetry on LiveJournal!
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