Farming Trolls
Shoot the cannons don’t you feel!
See the blood, makes the grass grow
Battle field kings no time to heal
Tear limps and lives from our foes
Sickles in the hands of trolls
Farmlands of ploughs and blades
Monster’s coming so we run
Memories of heroes and parades
Fade as some lose a son
A father, husband, death has one
Their troll is loud and vicious
Seeking vengeance from death’s toll
Scattered in black holes with malicious
Waiting under the knoll
The plough no man controls
The land gave the fruit, then was pressed
Where men crawled and cried
Some lived but lost soul’s breath
Some teared for their wives
With thoughts of future lives
I made it home, sit and wonder
What was it all for
Why emotions stayed in slumber
Why I miss war
Chained to this yore
So my dreams come at night
The farmer and his tools
Taking cover, with some sprite
Yet the farmer and his ghouls
Pull the plough with his bulls
As I run from the troll and his sickle
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