3 Violent Leaves Of Life
3 Leaves
Song of Steel
War sworls all around
Loud cries censure the voices of the guns that cut them down
Young soldiers try to defend their country admirably
But at night let their timorous cries be heard
For the night cloaks their faces
Night brings the only rift in the abounding fire of the enemys steel
While the leader of their country drinks from an ornate goblet
They lay destitute in the trenches
Amongst the worst kind of bedlam
There are none exultant
But all wish to be emancipated from this seemingly monotonus madness.
Vile Plesure
Two monsters move on noiseless paws
The ground pulsing silently benieth their weight
Two killers on the prowl
Their eyes like broken rubys gleem
Like the drops of blood they spill with seemingly great plesure
Two bringers of devistation and mournful cries
Hated with a passion
Believed to be spirits of the dead
The sound of their thunderous savage voices declareing the take down of yet one more innocent life
Taken at the plesure of one or both of the demons
Whos eyes are a mirror of death and tourture.
A Stolen Beginning (Literatly)
Fire swiftly burning through me
Screams sounding in my ears
Violence boldy present in me
Sadness numbing all my fears
Why do you stand aside
Coals smoldering deep inside
Eyes turning blind
Ravaged mind
My hands they bind
As my life is handed over to time
Hear me scream
Watch me wreathe
Blood will flow as the wretched breathe
Know this terror
Heed this creed
Traitors march on broken wings
Stand your ground
In the fire you are found
Cowards bow as the demon beast is crowned
So scream out
Bleed out
Free yourself from all oppression
Vindicate your soul
Let that ghost go
And pray the forever flames will continue to grow.
