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A poem I wrote ages ago in my writing book and just discovered again. I must have been in the oddest of moods... but I think the poem is about people in battle, in the worst of conditions, and this is their "demonic" side, if you know what I mean.
Submitted:Nov 17, 2010 Reads: 62 Comments: 1 Likes: 2
Bathed in blood, Fed on flesh,
Looks like murder, Feels like clay,
Smells like death, Sounds like thunder.
He is our life.
He is our leader.
He is our terror.
He is our destruction.
He is our death.
Laid in brains, Washed in waste,
Laughed at men, Cried at women,
Slapped the Old, Scared the young.
He is Us.
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