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THE GUEST AT THE KILL-FEST
Contributed by
Steeleyes
on
Tuesday, 22nd July 2003 @ 02:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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With one surgical strike They sought to do the deed By one killing stroke From mass death be freed
But his ghost eludes them still An unseen guest at the feast His voice now calls for vengeance To attack the invading beast
They try in vain victory to assert Saddams ghost blocks their way Perverse fortune drives them mad Each new turn serves to betray
Greater power they had over the king But their strength is turned to fear And with a spirit sore and sapped They find no course to steer
But to retreat in confusion He stalks them in their dreams With fevered brows that long for sleep The heat can't cloak their screams
Each soldier now wild-eyed in fear: says 'Turn, hell-hound, turn!' But unwelcome guests in a foreign land Now feel their conscience burn
Strangers they are to this foreign place Where confusion is all around While madness shows its fearful face Washing bloody hands on sandy ground
Copyright ©
Steeleyes
... [
2003-07-22 14:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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