Texas warrior
February 7th, 2013, 01:30 AM
Any comment welcome.
You seek your dad.
Through the fire, and through the dark.
Nothing will stop you, But every thing will leave it's mark.
In this world so stark, how far will you go for the last of your kin?
How far into the depths of sin will you go to win?
You thought you were good, but the allure of evil you never understood.
The man that knew were your father was,
but would not tell you just because.
The flash of the sword, the give of bone and sinue.
You acted in anger and god forgive you.
You walk out of the city with blood on you hands,
because of his stupid demands.
The evil of the waistland has touched you soul,
and you know you will never again be whole.
In the morning fog you strike off for Three Dog.
Heading north across the Platomic, you feel the sting of a bullet in you liver.
You dive into a boat on the bank the river.
The mini gun sings and bullets ping as you make you stand.
With a sword and gun in hand you fight the super mutant war band.
The first wave makes there play.
You chuckle "Fine have it your way."
A clip of AR fire cuts them down.
but only after 7 bite the dust do they turn around.
The second wave hit from the opasite bank.
You face the onslot like a tank.
Out of ammo out of luck a third wave meant you are sertanly fucked.
You saw them coming and took what you thought was you last breath.
You drew you sword with courage and went to face you death.
With a cry to the high heaven you dive into a melee.
Seven lay dead as you sword dripping with red fell from you hand,
and into the wet sand
You had fought them well as anyone could tell, for at this battle 27 had fell.
Now you were there prisoner and they were taking you to hell.
You seek your dad.
Through the fire, and through the dark.
Nothing will stop you, But every thing will leave it's mark.
In this world so stark, how far will you go for the last of your kin?
How far into the depths of sin will you go to win?
You thought you were good, but the allure of evil you never understood.
The man that knew were your father was,
but would not tell you just because.
The flash of the sword, the give of bone and sinue.
You acted in anger and god forgive you.
You walk out of the city with blood on you hands,
because of his stupid demands.
The evil of the waistland has touched you soul,
and you know you will never again be whole.
In the morning fog you strike off for Three Dog.
Heading north across the Platomic, you feel the sting of a bullet in you liver.
You dive into a boat on the bank the river.
The mini gun sings and bullets ping as you make you stand.
With a sword and gun in hand you fight the super mutant war band.
The first wave makes there play.
You chuckle "Fine have it your way."
A clip of AR fire cuts them down.
but only after 7 bite the dust do they turn around.
The second wave hit from the opasite bank.
You face the onslot like a tank.
Out of ammo out of luck a third wave meant you are sertanly fucked.
You saw them coming and took what you thought was you last breath.
You drew you sword with courage and went to face you death.
With a cry to the high heaven you dive into a melee.
Seven lay dead as you sword dripping with red fell from you hand,
and into the wet sand
You had fought them well as anyone could tell, for at this battle 27 had fell.
Now you were there prisoner and they were taking you to hell.