raging in death

Wed, 09/25/2013 - 16:11 -- xione7


these are tumultous times

when men murder, rape, war, and kill

yet escape from there crimes

its sad indeed for this be god's will

is it in my head

this blood needn't be shed

is everyone to wind up dead

soundless screaming as my wrists bled

i remember it all again

keep the helm steady

i'm trapped in the lions den

i grab my sword and keep it ready

running through this battlefield 

as the rage takes over

my mind reeled 

as she lay in the field of clover

i snatch up the dagger

bring her to the meadow

and chase away the straglers

grab her hand and lay down low

hand in hand i let my blood flow



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