[beloved Again]

Avenging our Own


Avenge the sight of tomorrows anguish
My heart marches onward to unfastened warfare;
Waiting to be thrust into slitting carnage,
Closing to mislay every new found hope.

To put ourselves in desperate peril,
As we arrange our lives in primeval revulsion
That Marks us as a chosen elect,
And confirms or life as a remote humanity.

In the supreme mêlée of our rampant foes
Our astringent existence ends at its own.
With all the seeds of hatred we’ve sown—
Our feeble endeavor is wasted and disowned.

But on the final and fatal confrontation,
Our encounter with our rivals will change—
To the retaliation of our shattered beloved
As our passive soldiers will abruptly befall
And rise to the revenge of our lost and dead.
On that last day, we will avenge our own.

[Ordinary Sarah]

I like it a lot.

[PunkRocker]

that's cool..i like it.