March Of The Damned - Poem by Morgan Siegel
...Hear, hear the War drums beat...
*BOOM, BOOM, BOOM* bellow the drums.
They're roar forever beckons me.
Deadly preperation occurs, ebbing away Peace...
...Rise! Rise! The call is upon us...
The bellow continues... driving me evermore.
Fire, Blood, Anger, Death, is what awaits me.
Everyone answers the call, the call to War...
...Blood boils, Rage.manifests, let lose the Beast...
Locking eyes with the enemy... this is our time! !
Roar of rage submerges the field, the bellow I yearn...
...Clash of steel upon flesh... sweet bloodlust...
The bellow calls, my Blood boils, my Rage manifests...
...Crimson fills the skies, black flecked amongst...
Scarlet seethes into the ground, the Earth tastes blood.
I look at my hands... veiled in rose... Glorious...
'I am sorry my son, Satan already has you.'
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