Enemies Poem by Joshua Hadfield
Enemies
We stand on the graves till maggots writhe,
Feast on thier flesh till we feel alive,
All we want for our enemies is thier death,
Rip out thier lungs to take the last breath.
If they ever do us wrong to the very end,
We take thier lives, thier necks will bend,
Should never come back, should never fail,
Take out the enemies if you wish to prevail.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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