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I am the Conqueror!

Who put fear in your bones,

and shivers in your spine.

I am the Bogeyman

who keeps you up all the time.

I am on a Jihad,

and I am here to conquer you,

cause your city is rightfully mine.

Manifest Destiny is my war cry in soprano.

Glory and Honour are my faithful generals,

to carrying out my genocides.

With the sounding of my war horns,

I stand strong and plan to live long,

on six million corpses

trampled beneath my mighty feet.

Blood, fire, and pain;

under my foul reign within the city gates.

Twisted metal and crumbled flesh,

bow before my fetish.

Crushed skulls and spilled brains

is the carpet my soles trample on,

to ease the strain on my feet.

Dark flames and rainbow smoke

engulfing the city streets.

Black rain and sizzling flesh-flakes

falling to the disgusted ground.

Bubbling steel and shearing meat

make sweet music in the air.

Dogs howling and widows wailing

at the inhumane expense.

Babies scream and jackals flee,

while hyenas laugh

at the madness of the cost.

Corbies leave for their sanity,

leaving corpses to pay the rent.

The Conqueror bellows his victory horn,

King of Kings, lord of conquest,

victory is his decree.

Herds of madden orphans,

hysterically screaming;

will pay the war tax

in the city streets.

I wash my feet

in the crimson river,

with Lily-pads of congeal tissue

floating by the water side.

I plant my flag with a deep dark curse,

and continue the warlord’s plague.

We will march from dawn till done

to affect the next crusade.

Braking bones and crushing hopes

Is the resounding theme of the times.

Exploding hearts and pulverizing souls

to harvest people's broken minds.

For I am the Conquering King,

who always win,

and still need to kill!!!

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron.All rights reserved @ Copyright