Monday, September 26, 2011


It is not understanding,
but a reflection
of oneself dancing,

Not to be misunderstood,
but bravely forge forward
under the guise
of a false prophet
bent on revenge;

revealing the fire within.

A villain, renowned
for its blasphemy;
its attack
on the order of the cross.

Red X's line the wall;
wall of dancing blood.

Fear not, they cry!
Fear not.

Our souls march of to war.
Our blood cries out for war.
cruel bastard war!

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