Best Fantasywar Poems


Dark Grip

the dancing discouraged his grief as branches under the sky of a fireworks of war 
forged by then the caterpillars and the bees 
take the nectar sweet flower of the sins they stay at home as the war steadily 
creeping bitterness among the clouds they see
 The move in the dark grip

187 Angel

vengeance is mine i will repay!
our father will be singing that song on judgement day
no time left to play on the devils playground
sunshine to storms and silence to sound
pumpin righteous rounds into madmen and monsters
slick soul stealers of slavery now they're staring down the barrel of eternity
hells fraternity just gained another member
another victim of vice gets slowly dismembered 
mutilated and mangled
i send fools to heaven 
i send fiends to hell
i'm the 187 angel

time will tell on the wicked and the just as rich ones and rulers they turn into rust
exposed in the light they burn with holy heat
maniacle men they fall in defeat
off treacherous towers guilty ones jump
they get defecated quick into demonic dumps
toxic trees get turned into stumps
while tyrants spew violence like broken fire hydrants in eternity husseins and hitlers are put on display
dollars signs and war crimes now forever they pay
no wishes heard in that bottomless wishing well
i send fools to heaven
i send fiends to hell
i'm the 187 angel

like a firebird i rise from the ashes of affliction
inflicting pain on the wicked is my greatest addiction
straight outta the pits of perdition on up to paradise
murder masks crumble as i destroy their disguises
i look to the sky and i see i'm not alone
the war for lost souls goes on and on and on....
lambs now eat the lions 
predators now are prey
they pray on their knees still i'm coming with rage
to raise up an army of avengers and saints
good tidings to all and i bid you farewell
i send fools to heaven
i send fiends to hell
remember my name i'm the 187 angel

Lost and Damned

the nation of the lost and damned 
is fed up with the bulls*#t you force
on us. we will not be hated and lied
to anymore . you have enslaved us 
with your lies for the last time , we 
will rise up and strike you down . 
we are the lost , we are the damned 
and we march out of hell by the millions
to start this war . the war will rage 
never ending. no one will ever win


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