A menacing smile on my face,
As them down I chase.
Listening to their screams,
As their blood flows in streams.
Yes listen,
Truly listen.
Slash, slash!
Splash, splash!
Their blood paint my walls,
As one by one falls.
Yes a true sight to see,
I feel so truly free.
I slowly cut their throats,
And listen to their notes.
Their voice calling out,
As in pain they shout.
Blood is everywhere,
Yes even in my hair.
It's dripping down my body,
After I spared nobody.
Now all is red,
For all are dead.
Yes I like it red,
Beautiful red.
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Author:
darkwriter (
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Comments1
Well written war song. Yes the blood flows. I wouldn’t call it ‘Beautiful’. One of my best buds was in Afghanistan and had to pop off children that had guns.
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