The Sentinel Poem by Kevin Patrick

The Sentinel

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You woke up in terror, bursting from earth
Escaping from hell of your inferno's cradle
A phoenix of steel, that claws through red skies
Crawling upwards with lightning momentum
Ripping through clouds and blasting through heaven
Escaping to space towards chartered extinction
Born to a programmed, manifold destiny
An apprentice of death with uncaged enmity
And You travel alone
Through the paranoid void
Imprisoned with a life
On a mission to destroy

You were an embryo, grown from mans violence
A descendent mined from Shiva's lineage
Your parents are the fathers of war
and built within you their hatred and vice
so that you'd rise to satiate their lusts
to kill and maim what they cannot touch
so you make a graveyard out of paradise
as sheltered gods live off your sacrifice
They only love you
For how many you kill
And fear to make you
By their divine will


And onwards you wonder towards certain doom
Hurtling fatally with a conscious awakening
In the blink of forever your mind opens to horror
That your sentence to a life as an agent of death
You picture the cities, your touch will make craters
The streets and the markets, dissolve into ruins
And the children scattered into shadows of ghosts
As their futures are buried to the requiem's hosts
As you scream to escape
The holocaust dreamed
But a killer's salvation
Cannot be redeemed




Nobody knows that the fear from within
Is measured in proportion to the fear bread out
And now you have your target locked
A world expands in your eye, in space and velocity
You try to deny, your choreographed plan
But you expand in size, towards your target
Like a predator speeding towards its prey
The world explodes in your hungry melee
the sentinel reaches
its last poison breath
The sentinel sentences
Its pure kiss of death

Wednesday, December 22, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: war,destiny
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 22 December 2021

Sounds like your flying a fighter bomber on a mission. Weapons used in modern warfare kills more people as each decade passes as new weapons are created

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 22 December 2021

A gesture on the horror of war and the aftermath Bravo!

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