The Progressive March Of War Poem by Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.

The Progressive March Of War

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~PEACE AND WAR~

The old dream dies young
Forever crying out in vain
Hoping to be washed away
Hoping a new day will be won
Without the falling of red rain
Prophets envision a world
Engulfed in hatred’s flame

Peace!
Peace and war
Peace!
Peace and war
Dare we open the door?

Eye to eye
Face to face
This is more than a game
One wrong move and it’s our
Prejudice to blame
What is the price of a soul?
Is it worth the barren and the cold
From the abandonment of our beliefs?
I hope so

Peace!
Peace and War
Peace!
Peace and War
Dare we enter the door?

We cannot see the boundary
We cannot fight our destiny
Self destruction, and reconstruction

Dare We?

~EPITOME OF DECLINE~

These days of late
Keep haunting me
I'm caught in a daze
It's more than a dream
The world's in my gaze
I hear fading screams

What goes up Must come down
The mighty fall
All good things must come to an end
Will we gain or suffer from it all?

We are the epitome of decline
We are the beginning of the end of time
We are Revolution, waiting for a sign

Days of old
Foreshadow days of new
Men in search of gold
Disease themselves in pursuit
Loyalties bought and sold
Who will be first to break the truce?

Happiness turns to tragedy
Terror runs rampant
What does it mean to be free
In this age of World War Three?

We are the epitome of decline
We are the beginning of the end of time
We are Revolution, waiting for a sign

~LET IT BE DONE (FOR THE GODS) ~

Rain, rain come today
Gods of spite are here to play.

Welcome to the curse of the living,
We die, so here is this offering.
We hope that you will be forgiving.

Burned at the steak,
The young virgin's fate.
Holy men mitigate.

Tied to a tree
For the beast to feed
What leads to such insanity?

Let it be done,
Let there be blood.
Let it be all
For the Gods.

There are those who fail to comprehend
So they are told to do it do defend.
We will suffer if we don't give in.

Sons and daughters hang by the rope,
Mothers and fathers watch as they choke.
This should appease the Gods....we hope.

This is supposed to be our salvation,
But savagery will surely be our damnation.
Kind words give us insulation.

Let it be done,
Let there be blood.
Let it be all
For the Gods.

This tribe's clock will turn without you.
This tribe's clock will burn just for you.
Just speak the word and

It will be done
There will be blood.
It will be all
For the Gods.

~HOLY WAR~

Decadence
Degradation
Pestilence
Annihilation

Chaos
Destruction
Big Pay Off
Reduction

All hail the regime
All suffer his machine

Old bodies ache
Young ones hide in fear
A life today, he's coming to take
His intention is quite clear

Decadence
Degradation
Pestilence
Annihilation

Chaos
Destruction
Big Pay Off
Reduction

Give glory to the Reich
Give blood to defend his might

Women flee from soldier men
Set fire and pillage
Curse them over and over again
As they rape the village

Call it a Holy War
It sure seems worth fighting for

They say it's a good thing
I can surely tell
I don't know if there's a Heaven
But I just might be seeing you in Hell

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