the wars began with knights unfiltered...
from beginning to end he saw them all,
I want the ones to last ripped open and slaughtered,
lain down by mulitudes the high to the least,
we ask not for men to counter,
but unto say the least,
driven, provoked, and kept aside,
tarrany, hopeless, and lost...
feebled headed minds
the blind and the weary,
open the flood gates,
abroad upon horses,
they'll stay to the night,
to captive thier captives,
they're bleeding thier spines,
thier backs to sever,
to knock out thier whims and triffle about,
no golden cup could ever show mention,
the dead to the living, or the living as Gods,
could we state the wrongs of our old?
but where it would lead to taken our tolls?
they slit to thier murders,
from the elders to babes,
the endings thee beginning uninvited and un named...
A contest entry
- PICTURE INSPIRED by Arkbear.
300 points, ended June 28, 2007, 25 entries
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i really din't understand watery grave to much but it grave me apicture of awatery hell and how simple and preciuos our lives are...
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incomplete? will work on later how do you think of it.so far?
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