Down (False Religions)-A Halo Poem
Posted By: UnskathedBassPlayer<unskathed777@yahoo.com>
Date: 31 December 2004, 12:49 AM
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This face- it's not mine.
Just a reminder of how to die.
That blood, that sickening purple blood.
I love to see it mixed with already bloody mud.
Casings from rifles just finsih off the portrait of death.
And the damned plasma burns just engrave the last breath.
Engrave it straight into Hell.
So many souls have fell.
The bodies were shredded and tattered and torn.
But there were never any families to morn.
It makes a SPARTAN wonder who's religion is right.
But it doesn't bother me, I just have to keep them in my sight.
But the human's all wonder who's looking down,
A gracious God, with arms wide open,
Or a hateful Idol, with a genocidal frown.
These men are wearing their death gown.
They've had it since they've fallen down.
And when they've fallen, they know there's a God to catch they're falling.
Such a monstrosity couldn't believe in anything right.
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