An Endless War Stuttering sirens scream through sunless streets Where darkness feasts on sinful souls Spinning through the swirling maze alone On macadam painted in stains of spilled blood Stagnant spirits are crushed into cold concrete Only tranquilized by the seldom breeze Anchored by sodden skin and weary knees Shackled by empty vows that only disguise The demise of a culture, devised by vultures Prescribed by the passers-by Who cry false tears amongst unaware men Privately despising their public lives Justifying cyclical homicide on survival Christened by blessed baths but soaked in sin Looking within cavernous souls for an answer Finally shedding their guises and realizing The congregation was built on the blistered backs Of the forceless masses, frightened by disorder Persuaded by promises of more than this endless war.
i really dig this. you have great control of language. it's gripping in the imagery and the way the piece flows. definitely one of the best things i have read on the forums.
