Massacre
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 6:21 am
Death was my arena,
Rotting corpse lay all around,
Evil had paid a visit.
Pools of blood were on the ground.
The smell was over powering,
The scene was one of devastation.
So many lives had reached an end,
Wiping out gods creation.
An eye for an eye,
Tooth for a tooth.
Some were so young,
Others in their youth.
Fly’s laying their larvae,
Onto rotten meat.
Decapitated torsos,
No hands, no feet.
For these poor souls,
Life is no longer.
Yet targeting the weak,
Don’t make a man any stronger.
The power of the gun,
Makes a scared man run.
Though he will shine again,
Free of any pain.
Rotting corpse lay all around,
Evil had paid a visit.
Pools of blood were on the ground.
The smell was over powering,
The scene was one of devastation.
So many lives had reached an end,
Wiping out gods creation.
An eye for an eye,
Tooth for a tooth.
Some were so young,
Others in their youth.
Fly’s laying their larvae,
Onto rotten meat.
Decapitated torsos,
No hands, no feet.
For these poor souls,
Life is no longer.
Yet targeting the weak,
Don’t make a man any stronger.
The power of the gun,
Makes a scared man run.
Though he will shine again,
Free of any pain.