In the cold
and the rain
Into heat
you've come again
And cruel death
rose all around
from the sky
down to the ground
And the fire
kept coming from the sky
And the fire
kept raining from on high
streaks of light
all lit up
I don't wanna
drink this cup
on we fight
in death's ground
in his sight
And the fire
kept coming from the sky
And the fire
kept raining from on high
alone we go in
but out we come
as brothers
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3 comments:
Wow, deep, corazon.
Quoi? Quoi? 'Tis purty. What does it mean?
I had an image of this futuristic war, like when we used to play Starcraft, except it was from the point of view of one of the space marines. For a moment I was inside this guy's head feeling and seeing what he was. The poem is an image of that.
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