Apr 25 2008
War Poem, War Machine
Machines of war
the cogs of fate.
They’re made to kill
and teach of hate.
I worship death
your enemy.
I track you down
Don’t let you flee.
So run as can
and run real well
You’re in my sight
but you can’t tell.
This is the game
Its you or me.
’tis rather grim
the choices be.
These are the thoughts
that I do figure
with my finger
on the trigger.
Goodbye for now
your [...]
