Prayers of Conquest

O' lord on high, exalted, hear me!
I forfeit this gift you have given freely
My brothers are taken, my sisters are stolen
My friends are vanquished and I am crestfallen

O' lord on high, exalted, take me!
lead me to a better place
Shepard me from these fields of death
Answer my prayers, answer my calls
Let me taste death's claws
Let me feel what I have sown
I've always taken and never grown

There's no sleep for the restless dead
Burdened with thorns piercing crowned heads
The weight of world upon their shoulders
The guilt of the slain by bloodthirsty soldiers
Puppeteer-ed minds and swallowing orders
Live for the kill to extend their borders

Inside their minds creep doubts and fears
The reaper grins, the harvest nears
The rictus shows upon all faces
The scythe takes all species and races
And for those who do not die today
Biological warfare and chemical spray
Generations of punishment, fates decided
Nuclear missiles launch, destinations misguided...




Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-02-21 at 00:41

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