this is a war cry

this is a war cry…

a slave to the rime to the rule to the rhythm

a slave to the rime to the rule to the reason

a slave to the greed to the grind to the ground

a slave to the greed to the grind to the groan

a slave to the greed to the grind to the gruesome

we had the seasons the sun

the grace and the gods

we had the spirits a soul

our guide and a goal

we had silence a song

dreams and dread

we had a secret a sign

demons and dead

once were warriorz

this is a war dance

a slave to the rime to the rule to the rhythm

a slave to the rime to the rule to the reason

a slave to the greed to the grind to the grim

a slave to the greed to the grind to the goul

a slave to the greed to the glamour to the glimmer

Habadash, don’t rehash

harsh thoughts untold in a future

unforgettable brittle binds me

as beautifull bridges

break into shards of crystal

sound of life’s crying melodic

moods move me

where architexture cannot hold

untold rêverie

reveals fright

beyond reason’s control.

Seasonal habit

explanations of all sorts

curved to flatten reality

in a message I refuse to read.

Male pride of the ages

leading many crusades

wielding a sword so heavy

it leaves me feeling empty…

But before long

from humming can’t refrain

a soft sound that

lust shall carry

let the song sing

much deeper within me

than I’ll admit to being…

this is a war cry

this is a war cry…

MünD

poet composer singer martial artist

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