Art of Destruction

The festival of
bullet rain begins
as we wield the
weapons of fate
let the celebration start
as blood spatter
across the land

Tanks rampage the fields
Weapons demonstrate their will
Blood spatter like it is free
People fly up the skies
Sounds pollute the air
and what can
Mother Earth do is to
plead for mercy

Never give up
Keep rushing in
Enemies must be eliminated
at all cost
no retreat
no defeat
Victory is the only word
appear in our
Even if we have to
destroy every single thing
in this world…


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1 Response to Art of Destruction

  1. Kavita says:

    The truth of hatred and war… all for nothing !
    Nicely put, Riika… Poignant!!!!

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