- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Blood and Fire
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We stride the self-hallowed halls of anarchy
Fearsome in our mean, anger in our step
Listening to the fire blooded destruction
That quickens our breath and stirs our loins
Do we wonder why we fear ourselves the most?
Reveling in the fiery grip of chaos, we sup
On each others life-wine as two mad wolves
Each with a death bite on the other, unyielding
Heedless of the life we crush beneath our writhing bodies
Is it a wonder we fear ourselves the most?
And when we at last break unable to longer war
We stand and look at the mounds of corrupting flesh
And laugh and dance in the pooled blood
To salvage the strength for useless contest
Need we wonder why we fear ourselves the most?
The clash goes on as our strength waxes and wanes
But we care not the cost for chaos is our meat and drink
Indeed for some has become as our mothers milk
We have loosed ourselves and become the Dogs of War
And so it is we fear ourselves the most.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years agoHere's this piece
Nearly three years old, from Lit's vault
And that famous quote from Pogo comes back to haunt,
"We have met the enemy and he is us."
