Wednesday, September 26, 2012

name of the game

You can't be blamed
for your arrogant pride,
nor prejudicial spite,
so many centuries bred.

That imperious urge 
to establish your rank
cares little or nothing
of collateral damage.

The slice of your blade
was so silent and swift as
you glided so gracefully by

But the blood that was let
accomplished your mission;
I lay here to bleed out and die.





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