Post by Lunar Knite on Oct 23, 2006 18:37:26 GMT -5
Fighting, fighting, fighting…
I’m so sick of all this killing.
Blood dripping from my hands,
Blood smeared on my face,
The body of whom I killed lay lifeless,
Cold, barren on the dirt ground,
The red stream flowing into the others,
Others I have killed, killed in the cold blood,
And the fiery rage, I felt then, while fighting.
Fighting in this horrendous war, this idiotic war,
I do not know nor do I imagine why I fight.
Though I feel I must, I feel it needs to be done.
So I continue to do what I must,
To fight this awful fight, as I pick myself up
And ready my weapon for this fight, my fight.
As I have started this war, this horrible thing,
Of killing and murdering, taking the lives
Of those less fortunate, those less blessed.
But as I have started this with their blood,
I shall end this with my own crimson liquid.
As I fall to the cold ground, red streams flowing,
Just like the others, I close my eyes,
And a tear comes down, down my cheek,
From the now lifeless eyes of me…
I’m so sick of all this killing.
Blood dripping from my hands,
Blood smeared on my face,
The body of whom I killed lay lifeless,
Cold, barren on the dirt ground,
The red stream flowing into the others,
Others I have killed, killed in the cold blood,
And the fiery rage, I felt then, while fighting.
Fighting in this horrendous war, this idiotic war,
I do not know nor do I imagine why I fight.
Though I feel I must, I feel it needs to be done.
So I continue to do what I must,
To fight this awful fight, as I pick myself up
And ready my weapon for this fight, my fight.
As I have started this war, this horrible thing,
Of killing and murdering, taking the lives
Of those less fortunate, those less blessed.
But as I have started this with their blood,
I shall end this with my own crimson liquid.
As I fall to the cold ground, red streams flowing,
Just like the others, I close my eyes,
And a tear comes down, down my cheek,
From the now lifeless eyes of me…
