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Rage war
My gun held tight at hand
my eyes narrow
I scan the faces of the mass
I look for weak and young
I fire with eye's of burnt rage.
The young fall,
The weak fall.
I fire into the mass
my rage now a smoreder
there blood pooled about the ground

I step froward crushing hands with my boots
looking for movement
A young boy jerked up his face covered in blood
His hand trapped under my boot
his scearms were of terror
One shot to the skull,
he now lay still

I walked on
my clip held more rounds
More blessing's of darkness
More hollow pointed slayers

A tear roll down my cheek
it was the 8th town this week
You'd think I grow to forget their faces.
But you could never understand.

I' am the protoctor of the U.S.A
I' ve stoped the evil known as women and childern


The stroy of my youth
The flame was still in the night
The dark sky hung still from the stars
A shrap blade shined in the dull light.
The swing of the blade sliced the tree trunk in two.


The blade was held by a young man
he was dressed in rags
The blade swong again
another tree in two

The sound of horses near
A single knight on a black horse
he face covered his body in armor.
no sword in his hand

The hemlet removed
the face of rage
his fist smashed into the boys face
he yelled in words of hate and mock

The knight grabbed the blade
he was gone in the night
the young man's dreams broken
his nose bleeding

Hehe Thank you!