The Way of the Warrior
Death has became a familiar face
To me.
Battlefields filled with carnage and
Mayhem.
I call it home some call it hell.
I find peace where there is destruction.
I feel love in war.
A born soldier, I was made elite.
The spray of bullets grazing pass
Just missing me by inches
I must embrace death.
He fills my spirit with the heart
Of a 1000 known warriors.
Genghis khan
Achilles
Shakazulu
Rain-in-the-face
They all rush through my veins
Strengthening my soul.
Warriors manifest through the brave.
But there is no warriors code
No honor in death
No living by the blade
No pride in facing the enemy
Face to face.
We fire weapons from a distant
We drop bombs from miles high
Robotic warfare on those that
Are less fortunate to even the
Field.
I am no longer a warrior.
There is no honor in rifles
The way of the warrior is dead.
So I smell the dirt as I leave the battlefield.
Say On last prayer to the warriors lost
Sat down my rifle
And leave
Never to kill again.
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