Texian Macabre Arena

The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition) In another life, is where I first saw your face! One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of disgrace A blood thirst battlefield is where I first saw your face The sound of war, hidden behind bleeding hands Crawlers, render their lives giving grace Jaws of steel, broken, embracing, warm feelings Summer rain, lungs filled with blood, one last post Glorious by numbers, screaming blades Gemstone in touch with the Holy Ghost Soldiers come in a little close Crawling, missing limbs, Twisted nightmare with no ending Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life Secrets buried like a treasure under walls of sudden death Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife Lanterns, crackling against the dying wind Dirt piles of crushed windpipes -- sudden death Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle upon the sky Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names Written on walls, I can't remember the names A folktale arena is where I first saw your face Fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, mothers face Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin Distant, before Texas and her annexation, Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win! By: PD