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My Own World War (Free verse) by shit
There´s a battle going on my soul
It has began - like all wars
For no reason, with no goal
And I can´t figure out when it did start
I don´t know exactly in which age
the smallest flame must have burned
and made this conflict rage
and into a mess my heart has turned
On one side of this battlefield
Crusaders fight for the good and light
With big red crosses on their shields
Their paramedics hold me alive
Proud in their horses ride the knights
Grand Lords hold the standards
Like young french Joan of Arc
Powerful fairies shining bright
Wizards dressed in the whitest white
Prepare to cast their magic bloodier
Ran countless miles to meet more soldiers
Bringing endless elvish supplies
Life and Happiness is their quest
Unite my inner nations in peace
But they´ll have to learn the warfare
Of keeping my suicidal hands at ease
Right on the other side
Strong men hold the sharpest knives
Dressed in shadows and darkness
Their real vision means madness
All of their strength is sent to the front
They´re decided to end this struggling
All of their strenght still they won´t
Find it easy to finish this lingering
Ringwraiths now pilot Blackhawks
Morgoth and Hitler shake hands
A million marching trained orcs
Ready to execute the plans
Singing powerful battle hymns
They want all of my territory
But no loaded Enola Gay they bring
To finally put and end to this story
Goebbels whispers me good ideas
Truth is but a repeated lie
Burn my own Rome with no fear
Blame it on christians, Oh My!
Sometimes when I´m lying on bed
Comes that sudden courage to die
White army rings the alert red:
Blietzkrieg from the other side
I know it won´t last a hundred years
This sometimes calms my nervous tears
But I´m still anxious for the final strike
That will make become History this strife
But no Alexander or William Wallace
Seem to be available here
Both sides have no bright strategy
To tear down the walls to my palace
If at least one side just surrendered
But that is so uncommon in wars
They´ll fight until lost all the trenches
To conquer the territory of My Heart
And as the whole world claims
So my women and children they plea
I´m crawling to keep myself sane
I´m here just begging for peace
As I sit here speaking of them
The battle is raging on cruelly
Inside my own chest so angrily
On these inner devastated lands
Atomic bomb or chemical weapons
Whatever it takes I agree
Conventions and deals are more welcome
But dead or alive the winner I´ll meet.
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