Virus
It's impossible to remain focused with an earful of screams
And the gunshots imperious screams
Steel veering towards the true face of a supposedly fearless regime
Fearsome machines stained with bits of brain - ripped up physical frames
This is the spectrum from man to metal - beneath the blistering rain of falling shrapnel
The hostile narrows - where you pay in crimson for silver trades
Is where the panaroma slowly regains focus - his brain painting a strange opus
That forces him to remain hopeless - as he sees only meters before him
He thinks "Is fleeing a feat replete with treasons decorum?" as steel screams at his feet
But there is no retreat.. prorsum. He reaches down and has his dread confirmed
It's his friend, lower jaw snapped off
A violent medley, burns - limbs kised with hacksaws and his tongue is missing
He looks up again at the reckless purge
His head it hurts, it fucking hurts and hurts
and it's impossible to concentrate, slowly fading and twisting
But he knows his enemies must pay for their sins..
In the back alley of Chicago someone pays for battle
The receiving end of a historical rage that addled
This vet from it's place in shadows - his brains tainted thoughts
He tries to beat them out in vicious strikes
But they just get louder - the stringent cries
of the indifferent mines as they release the memory
In explosive bursts - his soul immersed in that terrible desert
Bullets marry to dust until he's entirely mentally severed
From the present forever, this innocent man is beaten
Until the sweet taste of red revenge drips from his glands
An enemy vanquished! to temporarily settle the anguish
His mind is all blue skies, he's tempered the hatred
But in a moment of clarity - he understands the condition
Revenge is the cause and he's the man for the mission..
... eternally so, this rancid derision, it fervently grows
- He can see on the horizon, the storm clouds fester and boil
In a moment of clarity, he sees that his destiny's soiled
No revery foil to the never-ending scenes of pain
A blue sky dream deferred to seething rage..
They say going to bed angry is something you shouldn't do..
Considering death after avenging a friend
before you revert to your drastic beginnings..
..wouldn't you?
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