Warlord Poems - Poems about Warlord

Libertas in the hands of warlords, natural hardship, in the name of war, License to kill. For those who can gain lots, obtained legislative favor, overall pattern of bill. Even rogue army cords. In the end of guns gore, Bloody warheads refill....

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Alas, the long awaited warlord arrives Dressed in promising attire, Wearing hope like a battle gear It gently lures us to a blind date . With lots of hopes, wishes and dreams we yearn to fulfill our burning desire to live. From blood to fetus we all are made to toil for months Difficult a task it is, but toil...

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We've been taught the terror of triumph from where the heart looks... General Caesar Sir, 9th Recon reports that Pompeius Magnus has fled by sea to Egypt, also, the body of Captain Crastinus has been laid on the cremation blocks... Centurian Ignis Acies I saw how you led the fourth line psycho equipped, I'm going to award you...

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So we cross this threshold of war as awful friends in freefall, and with these trumpets and drums shaking the graves of ancient days we bring forth instruments of death's call through our very own homeland where the music of valor plays, songs, poems and parades are already being written in the pulse of the people, only the names of...

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Pay heed to those deeds from whence the heart must confess... You're far from Rome Proconsul Caesar... As they say, "All roads lead to Rome" Ariovistus and all tresspasses are treated as threats of war... My recent conquest of your Gaulish pets the Aedui is justified by the right of might, your Senate recognizes my kingship, and declared Friendship with my...

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Clemency is a quality that I never understood until after I crucified the Cilician pirates on Pergamus, amusing isn't it, that I see mercy where brutality stood, Death has a heartbeat for all of us, there's no greater mystery than our destination in death perhaps Death is God a silent sublimity in the absence of breath, and as we lye upon the...

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He smiles An almost insane smile Like an incomplete piece of mould His handshake is stiff It's as if his hand were dead to his whole body He likes to play king All bow around him Like leaves being rustled by the wind Him, the wind that changes destiny In the boardroom But my bark is worn out To bend is to break it And the branches...

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Small visions Staggering insolence muted souls pinned by vertebral thrusts lay in feathered wasteland Spinning tongues imperial platitudes Right of passage misguided impenetrable to the bone The shake-up Sharks teethe to flesh an agent of defilable means It scathes the soul of the inveterate, the young and feasts upon its own....

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