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Another Bombers Moon

Poetry By: steven cooke
War and military

Did you ever wonder what goes through a bombers Pilot mind.

Submitted:Feb 21, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Making love to my demons

Under the flag of my country

Caught in between the never believer

And a pardon of angels,

Who bargain their souls for my redemption?


Empowered by a nation,

Glorified by heroes departed

My life sanctified by religious compromise

For tonight I fly, under the bombers moon


My plane hidden in the mind of Planet earth

A place where silent screams dwell

And rainbows are sent to die.


My conscience listens to a confess of whispers,

The engines my Priest,

The bomb doors open,


Horsemen of The apocalypse,

Released from their tethers

I am the Arbiter of Death


As in Nature, Chance will decide

The faceless will fall

And god willing I will return home.


In the scheme of things

A Cities worth is one minute, 23 seconds

The camera to record in slow mo for Posterity,

To delight the victorious.


The Impact sweeps away the sweat of past generations

Creates queues of ghosts, waiting,

To lay in row after row, of white marble.

Their silent screams absorbed into Heaven's Gate,

A cold Hallelujah for God to judge.

Just another day on planet earth


But don't worry,

Time, like, the brook of sighs, will wash away these sins

But not the seeds,


For we are the gardeners of sin,

Their germination, lovingly corrupted

In our differences, them and us

The Pillars of capitalism our advantage.

The fear of the Devil theirs

Our final epitaph in the circle of life,

We truly are a Blessed race.


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