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Slaughter Farm |
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Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
Smouldering yellow folders And 226 dissolute ghost soldiers Folding at the foiled edge Devouring a hollow pledge Presented by uniformed men Only to be snared in a scorching pen Forsaken to the desert of solitude depth Where eyes be blind and ears be deaf Shells and concrete carcasses Silence the screams that echo to fallen masses Releasing the crimson falls As they seep freely through pellet holes Dressed in torn and sweat drenched mesh Inhaling the stench of rotting flesh While bathing in the humid vomit tarn They be the wasted pork of slaughter farm Devils march over the soil Kabul He who raped his brothers and sisters of life And he blowing the blind vengeance of brutality In the misty mountains of crimson stained serenity The reprisal of the sheep sin Urine and fiscal downpour over inert skin Weeks of confined brutalism Lead to the desperation of cannibalism Parched for the liquid of blood Gnawing through skin to a quenching flood The cage scream and shout As last breathes fade out Bathing in the humid crimson tarn They be the wasted pork of slaughter farm Devils march over the soil Kabul He who raped his brother and sisters of life And he blowing the blind vengeance of brutality In the misty mountains of crimson stained serenity |
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ascending_ecstasy Member
since 2004-01-21
Posts 102 |
I quite liked that, the rhymes weren't really forced. Although, some of them left me guessing... But your imagery was pretty good. well done. keep it coming. |
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