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.