Emancipated Visions Of War
Embraced by the anxiety to kill, as your victims were slaughtered in the hate you endure in.
The enemy was near through endless battles.
Once caught, your heart was trance still, knowing your death is near.
Torture solicited you in the many different ways you could die.
Your eyelids are forced open on a blinding light, as your mouth is numb in all it's parts.
Your tongue is cut out very slowly, with the veins spilling blood down your throat.
Hundreds of needles placed in your eyes, with puss pouring down.
Your ears are cut through, with the enemy's knife circling down to your brains, as your veins pop out into your enemy's face.
Nails pushed into your armpits.
War symbols cut into your forehead, with pieces of your heart stuck in your mouth.
Blood and semen rush down, as barbwire is wrapped around your body.
Your pressure points have knives stuck in, with maggots eating you from the inside.
Necrotic faces you see, see faces you know, as life dwells into an empty field, as satan takes your soul, before you stand and fight.
Knowing that war was a manifested nightmare, you still go on, go on fight for what was never meant for.
As the bullets enter through your bones, your brain is yet dethroned, as the many pieces fly into your friends face, disgusted by what he sees, he is beset by anger.
Blood splattered into your enemy's face, arteries cut open, devoured by the bullets running through your neck, as your guts are blown into your own face.
When a man kills, his reasons are shown by the anger set on his face, with many reasons to die, his life is still in the hands of the evil set in his soul.