Your life is over, it's time to face hell
A busy day of fire with demons ringing the bell
You’re the last to go with Satan in your hands
They pour through the trench and into the sands
The first man smiles when you feed him a shell
The next man takes place over him as he fell
Dancing in death like a killer marionette
The final soldier rests on your bayonet
Blood up to your knees and the stink of decay
The scent of rotting souls that have fallen today
It's about to end, soon the world will all be dead
The war will stop when the last spawn has bled
(Chorus)
We stand ready n the bullets gonna fly
Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes
Politicians lie they the devil in disguise
They don't have to fight, we're the ones who gonna die
Go find your victims, go ahead fuck them up
Make it better then before and cut them up
Fight a mans fight, do it until death
Listen to the final gasps, a mans last breath
Your covered in the smell of blood, believe in the pain
Feed the animal instinct in the back of your brain
Rifle butt crushing skulls and shattering bone
Has it even set in that you're all alone?
Your comrades are all dead and at your feet
The enemy is coming and you’re the last man standing
They have a vicious lust for blood and rot
You search frantically for the bullets you don't got
They come through the door in a hail of flame
They rip through your body till your life is drained
(Bridge)
Foremen of Death, Operators of pain
Supervisors of destruction, all under the blade
Laborers of Slaughter, Consultants of rot
Warmongers who've never fought!
These are the workers of the Death Factory
Men and women like you and me
Terrifying roar from ten tons of rumbling death
The tracks of the beast leave a trail of gore and guts
Thunderous blast from the barrel with a tail of dust
Behind the wheel the operator grins with lust
The wires are connected in the C-2 bomb
The operator isn't aware that anything's wrong
The blast shakes the walls of the cab and the metal glows red
The crew inside don't know it yet but they're to burn to death
Before the final heartbeat they can feel the temperatures of hell
No escape from the walls of their bulletproof cell
They scream in pain as they're body's burn
They are dropped into the lake of fire as it churns
This is there fate
They all operate
For Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
A contest entry
- True colours. by Delicate Fire Water.
450 points, ended December 27, 2007, 20 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you for entering your poem.
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Oh my god! I loved this poem so much! And I think it's amazing that you have managed to get this to rhyme, whilst still telling a story! And I like the fact that this is written like a song, thank you so much for entering, and good luck in the contest,
All the best,
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A Very Powerful Poem
This is an awe inspiring piece of writing. It brings home the horrors faced by soldiers from WW I right up to the present day. I also saw the references to the civilians who have to face this horror as well. A very, very powerful and truthful poem. This is an amazing piece of writing, your words will stay with me. I wish you All Good Luck in the contest. All my very best wishes from Rose xx
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This is charged with a strange and powerful energy, as well as packing a punch! Wow!
Good luck in the contest!
~Hetha
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This was good. The imagery was very good. I also liked the lyrics. However I am sad to say I have to dq you for not following rule #6. -
Great Imagery
This is a very powerfully charged write...awesome! It shows through that you put alot of thought into your choice of words, and it gripped me. Makes me grateful to all of the people in the military, who do make the ultimate sacrifice, and those who live to face another day of hell while watching their buddies die a horrific death. Great Job!-Monica
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Thank you
I'm glad you enjoyed it, this is meant to show the "horrors" of war, rather then the proud and gratefull side of it. This is what those men have to really deal with
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wow..very lyrical here and has such meaning. you words of war and dying scare me...great job and good luck!
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I know it didn't win but thanks for the support. I love heary positive things aobut my writing
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