Art of Destruction
The festival of
bullet rain begins
as we wield the
weapons of fate
let the celebration start
as blood spatter
across the land
Tanks rampage the fields
Weapons demonstrate their will
Blood spatter like it is free
People fly up the skies
Sounds pollute the air
and what can
Mother Earth do is to
plead for mercy
Never give up
Keep rushing in
Enemies must be eliminated
at all cost
no retreat
no defeat
Victory is the only word
appear in our
dictionaries
Even if we have to
destroy every single thing
in this world…
Posted to Undead Poets Society.
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Strong poem
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Nothing good comes out of war and yet it happened=P
scary! there is no victory in a war. only losses.
Yea even if there is victory, they will still have losses, no one ever win in a war when people started dying :3 unless they are immortal, then maybe yes XD
Nice. I can hear this as a battle song in my head.
Ready to get into battle then =3X?
Again very strong images and message within the lines…such sad truths.
And some humans are doing it somehow without noticing it XD
What a great resource!
Strong words, Riika. I like “people fly up the skies.” The picture is perfect for the words. Well done.
~Brenda
haha, I was trying to make it amusing XD at that part :3 Guess I am really a sadist who love to see people suffering in bloody battles XD