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Warrior
Contributed by
korax
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Tuesday, 21st October 2003 @ 05:36:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
political
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Miscellaneous memories drift in my mind
A Plethora of emotions that feel so unkind
Haunted by faces, a collectiveness mocking
The vultures are gathering, mourners are flocking
Everyones kicking me now that I'm down
Upon my bloodied face a smirk replaces a frown
The champion within I am destined to reign
Vengeance and destruction flow through my veins
My legions of doom march to their fate
Driven by destiny, guided by hate
I ponder their thinking, are they really scared?
They perceive me as ruthless, one who never cared
If only they knew that I bleed every emotion
Seeking revenge its my only notion
Forgive me my lord as I commit a sin
Brothers in arms let battle begin
But this is my life and its all that I know
So I bid you farewell its on with the show
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korax
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2003-10-21 05:36:06]
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Re: Warrior
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 21st October 2003 @ 05:48:32 AM AEST
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Wow! This is actually a really good poem. I sound surprised because I don't usually like war type poetry but I really enjoyed reading this one.
A great piece of work!
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Re: Warrior
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by Menelaus on
Sunday, 18th January 2004 @ 10:12:02 PM AEST
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| So this is the manner of the deaths of proud men-crucified not on gold crosses-but impaled on a stake of humble tin. |
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