Monday, July 29, 2024

War Party

 


Into the smoke the parties begun

dig down deep

discover a new kind of fun

the voice behind the wall throws you a call

air so cold and then it gets hot

moving around you a tiger looks back 

is that the khan that's keeping track

pale dead eyes

flesh putrid and gray

once life like the lamb 

a sacrifice will be made

licking his lips look inside

into nothing 

no where to hide

left hand raised

is that a horn on the ear

it's almost day

sun will rise

you might not see it trough the haze

it's always there


Hear the bray

wolf gang call

the trickle of the sacred stream

theuerb

a conversation inside a song











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