Texas warrior
February 4th, 2013, 03:03 AM
This is part one of a poem written about fallout 3 ANY COMMENDS WELCOME. It will mostly make sence to people that have played fallout 3
Hate feeds Hate.
Hate breeds Hate.
One does not simply sate hate.
Here stands the man that killed your friend.
You feel the hate, you want him to end.
But to Evil you shall not desend.
You hand him you gun and he razes it to you head.
Your hands move like lightning, and in a flash he is dead.
With a 10mm hole blown through his head, and what can be said?
You lock eyes with his daughter, you look into her eyes.
She sees you as the slaughterer.
She screams and runs from you.
You can't blame here you wish you could too.
You walk as if in a dream.
You walk up to the gate,
the gate of a new wold,
the gate of hell,
the gate of heaven.
All mixed in one, the time of trile has begun.
You open the gate and set you eyes for the first time on the sun.
You set you eyes on the waistland and all that hate has done.
You look up at the noon day sun,
and think you have won, but your hardships have just begun.
Hate feeds Hate.
Hate breeds Hate.
One does not simply sate hate.
Here stands the man that killed your friend.
You feel the hate, you want him to end.
But to Evil you shall not desend.
You hand him you gun and he razes it to you head.
Your hands move like lightning, and in a flash he is dead.
With a 10mm hole blown through his head, and what can be said?
You lock eyes with his daughter, you look into her eyes.
She sees you as the slaughterer.
She screams and runs from you.
You can't blame here you wish you could too.
You walk as if in a dream.
You walk up to the gate,
the gate of a new wold,
the gate of hell,
the gate of heaven.
All mixed in one, the time of trile has begun.
You open the gate and set you eyes for the first time on the sun.
You set you eyes on the waistland and all that hate has done.
You look up at the noon day sun,
and think you have won, but your hardships have just begun.