The Unchained Monsters Poem by Adams King

Freemen they say they are
Marching with intent to destroy
Vengeance on every blade
And eyes with red flames
Mad men unchained for havoc

Freemen they say they are
Marching with the instinct to kill
With guts that makes god's bleed
Tongues thirsty for blood
And hands that moulds sorrow
Causing the heavens to weep

Freemen they say they are
Uncontrollable human beast
Walking disaster to mankind
Dark is the cloud above their heads
Men who boast of evil deeds
Caught in the web of fraternity

Freemen they say they are
Caged in a cult of black curses
Men prepared to kill and die
For an unbeneficial courses
Men who drank more stupidity
To a stupor of immense insanity

Freemen they say they are
Unaware of their psychological bondage
Unseen are the fetters on their hearts
And shackles on their souls
Freemen with an imprisoned spirit
I call them the unchained monsters