Praying on my knees,
Hoping that Allah can forgive me
From the sins
That gives me pleasure,
Much pleasure.
Sin is all I know,
Sin is my way of living.
It’s the only thing that’s
Worth living for…
To me atleast,
Then came the torture,
My heart throbs, angrily
As the floor shakes, constantly.
I run to the place
Where I keep my deadly weapons,
“Black Sins”, some may call it,
But all I want to do is save myself,
Not my family…
I know what they are after.
I am dead,
I know,
But I can’t go down
Without a fight.
“Allah, please forgive me”…
I gathered my “black sin”
And headed towards the family room,
To my surprise,
I had several unexpected guests…
But only three caught my attention.
It wasn’t a pretty sight,
For I knew that I was going to die
A DEATH much similar to the people
I had MURDERED.
They shot my wife,
But I just wanted to save myself,
I had plenty of wives…
I ran downstairs
To see my death approach me,
Something that I thought I would never see.
All of a sudden I felt pain,
An excruiting pain,
Build up in my brain.
“Allah, please for—“
I was out.
I was solid.
I was dead.
I am a superior soldier and death is my mission,
my mission is death.
I have pledged allegiance
to serve my country and protect it against any foe,
foreign or domestic.
Death can come for me at any time
but my killer instincts and my instincts to kill,
will ensure my survival.
I have been taught obedience
and discipline and without them I cannot function
according to the chain of command.
Disobedience will bring me pain, but nevertheless
pain is something I have learned to befriend
‘coz in death I will feel no pain.
I take him everywhere I go and especially in combat.
my opponent could be a deadly adversary,
but I pray each night for strength to fight another day.
I’ve growned accustomed to the bloodshed
and my determination for victory
makes me the ultimate killing machine.
Because of my trainings, I have relinquished all fears
and must display courage in the presence of my enemies.
I am a soldier by nature and my mission is death,
Death is my mission.
What glory comes from death and grit?
What glory comes from lives unlived?
What glory comes from young souls lost?
What glory comes from death above?
What glory comes when night falls still?
What glory comes when all are ill?
What glory comes when right is wrong?
What glory comes when all are gone?
Sad song singing as the sickle keeps swinging,about Dead dogs and draftees
Marching mad miles of misery
through trenches of terror and maniacle mazes...on the whims of warlords in psychopathic phases
Genocidal generals make slaves of the free...they salute the sadistic
Dead dogs and draftees
Hunted and haunted tormented and taunted
Every twist and every turn leaves them ugly and unwanted
Rich rulers counting money...never minding the means
While killer kings send them off to their doom,deep in jungles of jeapordy
Hidden in darkness you can feel their disease
Life is defeat and death victory...decay in death deserts
Dead dogs and draftees
Deformed and disfigured...some never delivered
society quivers as reality screams
In the valley of vultures...no sound in this scene
Your worst nightmare is their daily dream...rest in peace 4ever
Dead dogs and draftees
a Constructed Contract killing
enhancements under my feet
Silent gases that can't be breathed
souls ready to be fed to the beast
money mix with blood
tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand
death is but an unfortunate termination of life
a shaking building of life's little pieces of time
which can fall one brick at a time. or be
demolished by a violence, storm of mishaps
or to be perfidiously shattered by the thing call man
and so i (I) die helpless with no way to save my, self
and wonder how liquid drops of poisonous tears
can float in the air like mist to skin
and like wax to the inter ear... bring confusion and death
I now take my leave of you
and pray with open eyes
for a better death than what may surly awaits me
and may your final sleep, be as you always dreamed!
aka:lyricvixen (vlf)
You were a soldier with pride
Defending a nation
From forces of evil
You fought on the sands
Of a South Pacific land
You fought for an island
Owned by Japan
Our forces were strong
And you fought with great might
The island of Iwo Jima
You would take that night
Though death was around you
You faltered not
You fought with bravery
You knew not how to stop
Victory was yours, your brothers
Your friends
A victory that death will make
You forever live
You helped our nation
Win the war
That one tiny island
Was one Great reward
You gave your life
Or maybe not
Regardless your destiny
You fought a great fight
Sixty years has now
Come and gone
But we are still proud
Of the bravery you have shown
Dedication
To my grandfather, Jack Madison Fluitt, a United States Marine Corp. Raider who fought the
battle of Iwo Jima. You are gone now but we remember your life with much pride and honor.
To all the other soldiers who fought at Iwo Jima or any other battle of World War II,
thank you for our freedom. We owe our lives to you.
©March, 25,2005 Kimberly Fluitt
Forget Not…Lest History Repeats
Victims of the Nazis Regime:
Jehovah's Witnesses and Jews.
Marched like chickens to their slaughter.
Once walked in twelve million, plus, shoes.
Social democrats and partisans,
Gypsies and orphans did death reap.
Disabled by body or mind –
Add more feet to the deadly heap.
Communists, and trade unionists,
Soviet prisoners-of-war,
Polish Intelligentsia,
Vacant shoe-stack grows from the floor.
Adolf Hitler ordered them killed.
Annihilation camp, grim rouse,
Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau –
The stench of death reeks in mourned shoes.
WRITTEN FOR ABE LOPEZ "Leather Voices" Contest
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Quatrains
* For Carol's contest
Peaceful Dreams
Battlefields
Contradictions to God’s intentions
Death toll headlines spark contemplation
World without war
Could such dreams come true?
Hope lingers in hearts seeking clues
Make it happen
Extend a loving hand to all nations
End the tragic conflagration
Fiery death scenes
Who emerges victorious
In battles so notorious?
I dream of peace
Humanity and compassion
Enjoyed by every nation
Harmony reigns
And every life is recognized
As one with merit, a unique prize
Our Lord’s vision
Is surely within reach of man
Black, white, red and tan
Learning to love
Accepting our differences
Guided by spiritual influences
You were a soldier with pride
Defending a nation
From forces of evil
You fought on the sands
Of a South Pacific land
You fought for an island
Owned by Japan
Our forces were strong
And you fought with great might
The island of Iwo Jima
You would take that night
Though death was around you
You faltered not
You fought with bravery
You knew not how to stop
Victory was yours, your brothers
Your friends
A victory that death will make
You forever live
You helped our nation
Win the war
That one tiny island
Was one Great reward
You gave your life
Or maybe not
Regardless your destiny
You fought a great fight
Sixty years has now
Come and gone
But we are still proud
Of the bravery you have shown
A soldier in a world of hate,anger,lies and madness.
That is what makes a world of sadness.
I'm a soldier fighting a battle to win a war.
In this battle if death comes in the air I'll soar.
When I'm awake I'm filled with fear.
Cause I feel death is very near.
Our Lord only gives us what we can bare.
Please help us and try to be fair.
I'm a soldier with a life to live.
I'm a soldier with a life to give.
Teresa Skyles
Like a tiny fish
Escaping the jaws of a shark,
He limps in, with
Desperate relief and terror.
His face, as dusty and grey
As the room about him,
With lamps for eyes
Staring out of the gloom.
Thunder booms above him,
On and on, full of rage,
And never ending.
Screams and death reply.
His wounded leg
That slowly seems crimson
Collapses like his soul
Beneath him, in pain
His voice, harsh from the cries
Of battle, whispers
“I will die here” and
Latches onto a falling tear.
He smells of blood and carrion,
Human waste and April rain
And gunpowder from the Gods
Who purge this place.
His bright eyes dim,
Once so full of laughter,
Youth, and Mary,
Are now filled only with war.
As brave as a lion
With eagle’s wit, he finds
Who can fear death when they’ve seen
The death of life itself?
He is just a tiny fish,
Escaping the jaws of a mighty shark
Ten thousand strong
And ravenous.
It was there, in lands afar, where
War knew nothing of disdain and mar
Where winds wafted zest amongst cavalry,
And dignity was a line drawn upon rivalry
It was a time when death beheld justice,
And when the sinful held torment for injustice
It was when nobility was a statue of gold,
And when religion, in word and action, was told
There was infidelity yes! Disloyalty, and deceit,
But goodness then, would always be there to compete
It is death today… it is venom in blood,
It is only plight, and fear of all but God…
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