Blood, blood, glorious blood.
Everywhere you look, it's blood, blood, blood,
Staining your hair and turning dirt to mud,
It's blood, blood, blood, magnificent blood!
Guts are strewn in the ditches,
And everywhere you see those bitches,
Those worthless, pestering, pissing swine,
There blood makes up your sweet, salty wine!
Blood, blood, magnificent blood.
Turning dirt to fields of mud.
Revel in the fact that there's blood, blood,
Everywhere from here to kingdom come.
And in the streets they are crying,
As the bullets you are wielding come flying.
When there's no one left to kill,
All you have is your pretty little gun on Buttermilk Hill.
Because there's.... Blood, blood, magnificent blood!
Everywhere you look, it's blood, blood, blood!
Turning your hands to red in the mud,
It's blood--blood--glorious blood!
Author notes
Option 28. XD Seems fitting to me.
Username: Deathhawk.
I was feeling very... Angry. >:} Yeah.
How did you like it?
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OMG I LOVED IT THAT COULD BE A MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SONG THAT POEM WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!1
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:)
Thanks! When I reread it, I had to go listen to MCR. XD It was kinda funny.
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I love how disturbing this poem is! The gore and the blood was a lovely touch, (along with other things) Great write!
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Thanks. Yeah, I was hoping someone would find it disturbing and confirm my suspicions that I CAN, in fact, write stuff like this.
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Angry much?
It is a good piece although slightly disturbing lol. I did like it though because I have been angry enough to post myself a high spot and gun down everyone who's ever pissed me off. Great rage. ~mandie~
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XD That's what I was going for! THanks!
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