The Final Drop of Blood
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The Final Drop of Blood
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posted02/12/2007 03:39 AM (UTC)by

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The Final Drop of Blood
It was once said that the chaos this age of warriors caused would lead to the acopalypse.
The cloudy fogs of death are slowly approaching
they swirl as mists, rolling over the canyons and purgatory ridden battlefields
They collect the evil and brute
The warriors of the orthodox charge across the lands
And the more chaotic terrorists of the dark arts polish off their last deer carcass as they prepare for the coming war.
And when the two forces collide
Bloodshed will condense in the air
Dismembered innards will splatter against the rocks
And sparks will fly.
this is the final match between good and evil.
The Last Judgement is upon us.
Pain and agony are slowly rising
Faces form, floating in and out of our minds
They stay as the only relics of the inescapable guilt of the past
One time friends are miles away
It's lonely with nothing but the rain pattering outside
and nothing for company but painful memories.
It should have been forseen
We had so many opportunities
my cold hand is slipping away
and every individual sinks into the darkness
It engulfs us
Like some kind of poisenous pus.
So many mistakes we made
And if I wasn't so preoccupied
Trying to stay afloat in this lake of pain
I'd say we brung this onto ourselves
It's much too late to attone.
Know why? Cause' the end is already here...
Bolts of light will strike the Trident of the Devil.
The shinai and the broadsword will remain locked in a bitter bout for survival
it has begun.
the modern planet we have come to love has seen it's violent finish.
In the days of brutal combat
There will be no apologies
Old hatreds will remain unforgiven.
There will be no mercy
There will be no acceptance
There will only be anarchy
The blade and wood remain fused as one in their flury of fury.
Rock and stone crumble beneath the flames and the bruises of the war hammer.
And at the very Brink of hell unleased,
The great leaders and gods will become fossils
Bodies will tumble through the air
Flesh and bone will fight steel and iron
thunder will slip through the flames
The Decaying zombie versus the dark hand of the sorcerer
Scales and tails versus hair and nails
Two eyes locking gazes as the other bounces off the ground
Hands close around a cracking skull
Necks crick into coils as they snap
Spines wrinkle as they are yanked from their bodies.
And each death brings this deadly fight no closer to a finish
For each body that crunches onto the floor
The end is no nearer in sight.
And when the smoke clears...
Our once peaceful modern world will be...
a barren wasteland of shambles and pools of red.
This is ...the final confrontation
This is...Armageddon.
This is.... The Final Drop of Blood
It was once said that the chaos this age of warriors caused would lead to the acopalypse.
The cloudy fogs of death are slowly approaching
they swirl as mists, rolling over the canyons and purgatory ridden battlefields
They collect the evil and brute
The warriors of the orthodox charge across the lands
And the more chaotic terrorists of the dark arts polish off their last deer carcass as they prepare for the coming war.
And when the two forces collide
Bloodshed will condense in the air
Dismembered innards will splatter against the rocks
And sparks will fly.
this is the final match between good and evil.
The Last Judgement is upon us.
Pain and agony are slowly rising
Faces form, floating in and out of our minds
They stay as the only relics of the inescapable guilt of the past
One time friends are miles away
It's lonely with nothing but the rain pattering outside
and nothing for company but painful memories.
It should have been forseen
We had so many opportunities
my cold hand is slipping away
and every individual sinks into the darkness
It engulfs us
Like some kind of poisenous pus.
So many mistakes we made
And if I wasn't so preoccupied
Trying to stay afloat in this lake of pain
I'd say we brung this onto ourselves
It's much too late to attone.
Know why? Cause' the end is already here...
Bolts of light will strike the Trident of the Devil.
The shinai and the broadsword will remain locked in a bitter bout for survival
it has begun.
the modern planet we have come to love has seen it's violent finish.
In the days of brutal combat
There will be no apologies
Old hatreds will remain unforgiven.
There will be no mercy
There will be no acceptance
There will only be anarchy
The blade and wood remain fused as one in their flury of fury.
Rock and stone crumble beneath the flames and the bruises of the war hammer.
And at the very Brink of hell unleased,
The great leaders and gods will become fossils
Bodies will tumble through the air
Flesh and bone will fight steel and iron
thunder will slip through the flames
The Decaying zombie versus the dark hand of the sorcerer
Scales and tails versus hair and nails
Two eyes locking gazes as the other bounces off the ground
Hands close around a cracking skull
Necks crick into coils as they snap
Spines wrinkle as they are yanked from their bodies.
And each death brings this deadly fight no closer to a finish
For each body that crunches onto the floor
The end is no nearer in sight.
And when the smoke clears...
Our once peaceful modern world will be...
a barren wasteland of shambles and pools of red.
This is ...the final confrontation
This is...Armageddon.
This is.... The Final Drop of Blood


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No structure, no rhythm, the only thing mildly stemming from any sort of 'poetry' is the occasional rhyme and, lets be honest, poetry isn't about rhyming, yo.


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Darklord_Xel Wrote:
No structure, no rhythm, the only thing mildly stemming from any sort of 'poetry' is the occasional rhyme and, lets be honest, poetry isn't about rhyming, yo.
No structure, no rhythm, the only thing mildly stemming from any sort of 'poetry' is the occasional rhyme and, lets be honest, poetry isn't about rhyming, yo.
i know you speak the truth, even though i love it myself i think that parts didn't mesh perfectly. but i only had a few days to submit it to a acontest so i needed a bit more time to fine tune it. i think that if i read it over a few extra times i could try and find a way to make all the parts tie in. thank everyone else for the generous comments i know my last mka poem didn't get over too well so this is the final version i submitted to the contest.
Fun fact! the poem is actually based on the story of MKA, but i modeled it around more of a political and global conflict, even though it referenced certain characters. it is also about the guilt we carry because of our inability to have forseen the acoplypse, and the eternal guilt we carry because we were the main cause of the end ourselves through our humane shortcomings(i.e. war, nuclear warfare, policitcal conflicts, etc.)


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satinsoven Wrote:
i know you speak the truth, even though i love it myself i think that parts didn't mesh perfectly. but i only had a few days to submit it to a acontest so i needed a bit more time to fine tune it. i think that if i read it over a few extra times i could try and find a way to make all the parts tie in. thank everyone else for the generous comments i know my last mka poem didn't get over too well so this is the final version i submitted to the contest.
Fun fact! the poem is actually based on the story of MKA, but i modeled it around more of a political and global conflict, even though it referenced certain characters. it is also about the guilt we carry because of our inability to have forseen the acoplypse, and the eternal guilt we carry because we were the main cause of the end ourselves through our humane shortcomings(i.e. war, nuclear warfare, policitcal conflicts, etc.)
Darklord_Xel Wrote:
No structure, no rhythm, the only thing mildly stemming from any sort of 'poetry' is the occasional rhyme and, lets be honest, poetry isn't about rhyming, yo.
No structure, no rhythm, the only thing mildly stemming from any sort of 'poetry' is the occasional rhyme and, lets be honest, poetry isn't about rhyming, yo.
i know you speak the truth, even though i love it myself i think that parts didn't mesh perfectly. but i only had a few days to submit it to a acontest so i needed a bit more time to fine tune it. i think that if i read it over a few extra times i could try and find a way to make all the parts tie in. thank everyone else for the generous comments i know my last mka poem didn't get over too well so this is the final version i submitted to the contest.
Fun fact! the poem is actually based on the story of MKA, but i modeled it around more of a political and global conflict, even though it referenced certain characters. it is also about the guilt we carry because of our inability to have forseen the acoplypse, and the eternal guilt we carry because we were the main cause of the end ourselves through our humane shortcomings(i.e. war, nuclear warfare, policitcal conflicts, etc.)
Sounds like your trying to make up for the fact that this is terrible by pulling the old 'multiple-interpretations' thing. ^_^ Anyway, I forgot to mention that this is WAY to damn long.
You could get your point across (at least, those that you claimed to be trying to convey in the above post) in, like, 4 verses. For example:
It was once said that the
chaos of this age
would usher in our ends
as death's fog rolls near
the dead cry out for blood.
Orthodox Warriors.
Filled with righteous rage.
Waving holy icons
And screaming prayer
They're cries unanswered
Unholy Chaos
Wielders of terror
Devour their last carcass
Partaking of feast and pain
Demons preparing for war.
At daybreak forces clash
Blood thrown to the air
Noone lives forever.
Everyone dies in vain.
Last Judgement is upon us.
NOTE: I CANNOT right poetry, so I realize this sucks....But, do you see what I mean?
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