Revolving silver swirls
Chance chooses without luck
Some pretty metal pearls
To tear through our brains struck
A deadly death they dance
In the most gruesome way
As if they could enhance
This blasphemous display
Of a song: "Thick Blood Red"
Sang in an eerie key
Through throats of soon to be dead
To scenes of scattered debris
It's rightfully our right
To seek and then to send
Silver pearls of bright light
That bring eternal end
A contest entry
- A contest for the masses by Danneh.
600 points, ended October 4, 2007, 34 entries
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