Fly the flag Of civilizations Burned. Be the advocate, The champion, Of a people no longer. Fly The Flag So that others may Remember. Let the sparks which Lick at the banner Only fray it. Let it wave, let it Be dragged, let it Be expressed. Do not let the memory Of Circassia Go.
Fuck it’s a fight about A poem about fighting Fuck what I feel You know who cares? Not a one Gives a fuck About me and My bad luck Think I give a shit About what I feel? God damn what I am Just ain’t even real Motherfuckers won’t Remember my bruised Face and blackenedContinue reading “Round 3”
Feels like a fog. A haze Of death And decay Hanging off the Ground And lingering like A reaper Over corpses of Metal; Other dead Crusaders. I want to join them And leave this Dreary, macabre Battlefield; To be able to choose Between two flags Of old And new. I don’t want to polish MyContinue reading “Ides Of May”
Lights floating in the dark Like Chinese lanterns A varitable peace among skies Where the things shine Glints of a blade in violence Brightening the dark world As it cleaves through With easy strength Glowing heavens hellfire Glittering Glittery Glittering A hack A slash A hock A stab Aghast the darkness Tools used are Instrumental