^ this is awesome this inspired the poem below it
war
we are stuck like bats in a cage
now we unleash our rage
we will never follow the sage
the king lyes dead
this is so well said
that rage begets rage
try living insde the cage
we fight a enemy who wants dead
that want us to have bled all over the roads
so that the crows feast upon our bones
they treat us as if they lone
hold the power of the holly sword
they use to play a cord with clone
why oh why oh must we cry alone
they charge and we carnage through them
let our swords skewer them
let their blood flow until we let go
the sun glows on the toll
that many man wanting the light
will always fall into never ending night
that will end with the lukien knife
come ye brave man come and see the sin
you have slayed the countless of clans
now and than you reflect then you drown your bastard sin
you killed your own kin
how does the sin feel that void
you are so dull
to absolve now look upon the glove that holds your dead lover
she is covered in blood and will now lay and smell in the sun
the war is on and the sun wll be done
come he brave men come and see what i have done
with a blunder that will tear the land asunder the war has begone
now we unleash our rage
we will never follow the sage
the king lyes dead
this is so well said
that rage begets rage
try living insde the cage
we fight a enemy who wants dead
that want us to have bled all over the roads
so that the crows feast upon our bones
they treat us as if they lone
hold the power of the holly sword
they use to play a cord with clone
why oh why oh must we cry alone
they charge and we carnage through them
let our swords skewer them
let their blood flow until we let go
the sun glows on the toll
that many man wanting the light
will always fall into never ending night
that will end with the lukien knife
come ye brave man come and see the sin
you have slayed the countless of clans
now and than you reflect then you drown your bastard sin
you killed your own kin
how does the sin feel that void
you are so dull
to absolve now look upon the glove that holds your dead lover
she is covered in blood and will now lay and smell in the sun
the war is on and the sun wll be done
come he brave men come and see what i have done
with a blunder that will tear the land asunder the war has begone
this is a poem that will be used in a book m writing