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[aid] => Mick
[title] => the gods of war
[time] => 2003-08-30 01:45:00
[hometext] => a strange little battle "song". old age warlords smiting the new world army. i can't explain beyond that. another scrawl that came from nowhere.
[bodytext] => all around the world, their armies grow each warrior blessed by his selected deity their hearts, pure as the driven snow as they set out to slay a devil, on whom they all agree each battalion armed to the teeth with weapons and technology yet unseen hi-tech weapons of eradication their sights set on my obliteration my warriors and i have but slings, axes, and swords blood-stained plate armor, age-old warlords horseback, we travel, bloodlust in our eyes each village we torch, enflames the night skies navigating by stars, living off the land an old way of life, the new world doesn't understand pints of lager, passed 'round our camp as we rest and the women sew new clothes from the flesh we harvest now riding into battle, against the new world army as we crest the hill, we're mocked by our enemies horseback axe-wielders, versus machine guns and tanks but, their laughing stops as we sweep through their ranks the cavalry, crushed 'neath the hooves of our steeds those not killed quickly, are left, helpless, to bleed toppling tanks, with strength yet belied decapitating and masticating the soldiers hiding inside hacking and slashing with no end in sight crushing heads in bare hands that possess ancient might their bullets can't stop us, as we send them to hell for our armor is enchanted by our own wizard's spell when the battle is over, we stand victorious dyed a prophetic red by the setting sun we search out the general, and sever his pig-like head and then, in celebration, we feast on the fatter dead each world leader falls prey to my blade in payment for the world of ***** they have made men, women, children, all slain the same you new world ***** pigs are all to blame each army met, is slain with ease with no one to stop us, we do as we please raping, stealing, sodomizing the world is ours for the terrorizing when the last hiding hero's blood is spilled and our scouts report, "there's nothing left to kill" we'll sharpen every axe and sword and cleanse our armor of it's blood in preparation of the annihilation of the napping gods above (our winged steeds treading the stars as we heal existence of it's scars) [comments] => 3 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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