Widows weep for their decaying saints
Artists Grin at the blood they paint
Gentlemen walk through the bomb-ridden streets
Laying out their bloodstained sheets
Hoping that destrustion will hide their sins
covering their nakedness with animal skins
living simply to destroy then to die
singing drunken lullabies
Bathing in the blood of the wicked
beleiveing they themselves are holy men
Walking in the heaps of decaying evildoers
basking in wine and illusions of grandeur
Blasting hell upon idealists releasing evils like pandora
Raining fire upon Sodom and Gomora
Laughing as children squeal and baby's cry
whisteling sweet lullabies
Throwing humanity off a steep-edged cliff
Crushing anthills with an iron fist
Stopping fights with the angel of death
Stopping illness by stopping breaths
Massacering dreams with a rusted blade
Fueling their self-righteous crusade
Standing upon the corpses of their faithful allys
Whispering sweet lullabies
A contest entry
- 40 song titles. by etoile.
600 points, ended September 29, 2008, 35 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
criticm welcome.
Comments
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there were a few spelling mistakes, but this poem was amazing so i could look over them for now. however it would help the flow and the read of this piece if they were fixed. i usually don't like rhyme but this was brilliant.
i loved every word and the imagery was fantastic.
however one spelling error that you should fix is 'lullibies' is spelled 'lullabies'
thanks for entering
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Holy crap i cant believe you havent gotten any comments on this poem. This is really good. Good luck in the contest, i hope you win.
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