Aggression

I am immortal Not because I can’t suffer Death But because I am not Fearful Of the beyondest pale Of My road to Hell For when I do finally Die I intend to break the Body Of the reaper himself I am immortal Not because I cannot Be slain But because I am A mudererContinue reading “Aggression”

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War Drums

War Drums Hastily mounted Was a war drum set To the front of A motorcycle Deftly pounded by a pair Of young boys with flaming hair Inciting an aggression Wherever they rode Heading the front, ahead of Pithy bugle boys were Heralds of the coming war, breaking Beats of the banshee’s song Thump thump GoesContinue reading “War Drums”

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