Unwavering faith
In the Emperor
His enemies I rend
As his Ereberor
Much blood have I
Spilled in his name
Many bodies torn asunder
A champion's won fame
Last words I hear
When I cannot mend
Only in death
Does duty end
Hide not your talents. They for use were made. What's a sundial in the shade? Benjamin Franklin
3.27.2008
Call to Arms
Call to arms
Defend with pride
My dear country
I eagerly enlist
Rigorously I train
They happily ship
Over there
Here a war
A battle yet again
My country's honor
I must protect
Raise the banner high
Into the battle
I carry my blade
Ready to strike
Like a rich man's chattel
Where there is no shade
Helos hover like the shrike
Hornets slap the dune
My fort, I dig
Deep in the self filling sand
My helmet stifles
The rifle exposed,
Ablaze my hand
What a war
What a place
Here; Over there
Another move
Another hole
Dig in, ready? No
One more bomb
A man left dead
His body in shreds
No sleep tonight
The stars too bright
To fray my fright
Time to march
The daily routine
The endless desert
Shock waves rip through
Our ranks; make due
Bury them in the sand
To serve and protect
To fight and die
While media prattles
This time it was me
I had no chance to see
Only hearing a rifle's rattle
My body fell limp
The sand my shroud
A shallow grave
Send word to my mother
I died in another
War my country waged
Defend with pride
My dear country
I eagerly enlist
Rigorously I train
They happily ship
Over there
Here a war
A battle yet again
My country's honor
I must protect
Raise the banner high
Into the battle
I carry my blade
Ready to strike
Like a rich man's chattel
Where there is no shade
Helos hover like the shrike
Hornets slap the dune
My fort, I dig
Deep in the self filling sand
My helmet stifles
The rifle exposed,
Ablaze my hand
What a war
What a place
Here; Over there
Another move
Another hole
Dig in, ready? No
One more bomb
A man left dead
His body in shreds
No sleep tonight
The stars too bright
To fray my fright
Time to march
The daily routine
The endless desert
Shock waves rip through
Our ranks; make due
Bury them in the sand
To serve and protect
To fight and die
While media prattles
This time it was me
I had no chance to see
Only hearing a rifle's rattle
My body fell limp
The sand my shroud
A shallow grave
Send word to my mother
I died in another
War my country waged
3.11.2008
A shot at a sonnet
My heart belongs to Fanny
If there was a fairer lass I had seen,
She could not compare to my daft Fanny;
My other half, completed, she has been,
Her gift for arousal is uncanny!
Always one for cheerful smiles, with glee
She bore afree mind, for which used oft
On me to bring pleasure eternity
Her cries louder than the full choir loft
Alas comes end to our fun, she onto
Another must she run, her job is done
She is my joy fulfilled with adieu
With grace she will succeed in the long run,
To haunt my every sparked fantasy!
Her loins are my cage; I have lost the key!
If there was a fairer lass I had seen,
She could not compare to my daft Fanny;
My other half, completed, she has been,
Her gift for arousal is uncanny!
Always one for cheerful smiles, with glee
She bore afree mind, for which used oft
On me to bring pleasure eternity
Her cries louder than the full choir loft
Alas comes end to our fun, she onto
Another must she run, her job is done
She is my joy fulfilled with adieu
With grace she will succeed in the long run,
To haunt my every sparked fantasy!
Her loins are my cage; I have lost the key!
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