One-On-One Skirmish In War

Lend me a crushed ear, A juicy smear of dermis, and I shall blast ye of your world Upon a barrel furnace Flaring orange of an instant! Now first, please rip apart my being: Sunder me, O! plunder please the Writhing flesh upon my bones and Leave it naught of Living life - kill to Bleeding cinders, embers of an ex. Recuperation? Never! no! Otherwise to suffer minds - Bowels and all to wither Aren't on offer - Only desperate tears to flee! Now Let me in and I'll remove Your rhythmic timer - the Pumping tinderbox to feed A vox humana pleading for its life; The reaper's chimer Sees you burn, Hears you spurn your soul - Your screaming head - top flesh; Dead mesh - mesh of death! No Breath from breast! No Beat or heat from rising ribs - How neat, the meat in Death together! Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 All rights reserved war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war