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Control (The Enemy)
A thousand gods are vying for control
In a right and righteous war
They hunger to drink the blood of the human race
Spilling in holy wars
Lapping up human effluent from a trench
They search for the semen of a priest
Spilling in righteous conquests
And the tears trailing from small eyes
Holy words whispered
Hopeful prayers shouted
And a promise of god's goodness
Packaged up neatly in a bullet
Lodged in the skull
Of the enemy
this strikes me as something,id like to know what you wrote it about(an actual event(s)or just figuratively?)there are 2 meanings i am feeling here,will ya email me?au revoir friend ~wondering flowers~
~*Guinevere*~