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The Symphony of Death

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose
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Submitted:Mar 11, 2011    Reads: 164    Comments: 8    Likes: 7   


The Symphony of War
In city streets in houses too
The orchestra now plays
In eastern lands and western too
Music doth burst forth
The innocent just the notes we hear
Their blood the ink that's used
The skies turn crimson streets as well
The symphony begins
The conductor stands he takes a bow
He lifts his baton high
A piercing note - a siren wails
The bombs begin to fall
Screeching choirs of screams in pain
The sounding brass of cannon roar
The orchestra of war and death
The conductor's baton whirls
The pounding missiles rhythm keeps
The guns do harmonise
While in death's choir of mangled flesh
I hear agonizing wails
Hell hath come to perform again
In cities of the earth
A show the governments applaud
One soon to come your way
Death doth play the violin
Fear doth keep the tune
The skeletons of dead do play
On bones and mangled flesh
The audience - becomes the score
Screams do fill the air
Blood doth colour - scarlet hues
The symphony of the damned
When all is quiet and silence looms
A hush that fills the world
The governments - rise up - applaud
This masterpiece they heard
Money rains down from the sky
War's Masters fill their bags
While blood runs through the old white streets
And media praise them all
The conductor bows he lifts his hand
The composer stands and smiles
Satan bows and leaves them all
Another score to pen




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