Confronted By a Pacifist
The war
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Undying failure
Confrontation is the only option
You’ll endure…surrender
Be fair…be aware
because we’ll fight with bare
hands will transform
to fists
and we have no time
for pacifists
The blood smeared
On the weapons
Doubling our army
Double the agonizing shouts
Trotting in frustration
When will this aggressiveness end?
Confront the poor
And the pacifists
And fight the rich
And the mere fools
With armor
made of hard material
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Because I’m over…
I’m done with you all
I’ll not listen to your fear-lurking call
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Are you ever pacifist?
Don’t lift up your wretched fist
Or I’ll smear it in the mist
Don’t play me as a fool
The warfare
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Confrontation will eventually
take its toll
Please…
don’t take it as a foolish game
So be aware
and play fair
or I’ll tear
your amusement…your greed
and smear it on your
destructible weapons
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