10-14-2003, 06:20 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Land of milk and honey - Wisconsin
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Drums of War
Determined
I march on to the drums of war Soul's blood spilt I march on to the drums of war Battles waged inside my head I march on to the drums of war Leaving parts of me for dead I march on to the drums of war Severity I march on to the drums of war Mercilessly I march on to the drums of war Ashamed to see I march on to the drums of war Eternity I march on to the drums of war Flesh is calling out to me I march on to the drums of war Sin is calling lustfully I march on to the drums of war Confusion setting in on me. I march on to the drums of war I march on determinedly.
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10-19-2003, 12:27 AM | #4 (permalink) |
Thats MR. Muffin Face now
Location: Everywhere work sends me
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Great stuff.. Im usually not a big fan of poetry, but this has a good feel to it.
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10-19-2003, 07:41 AM | #5 (permalink) |
Upright
Location: Over there.
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This is a good poem. I like how you repeat that one line over and over. It sets up a good anapestic rhythm. I think it was anapest, anyway. I sometimes get the rhythm names mixed up.
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