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The Last Fight

Warriors moving in a vindictive rhythm to bring freedom to the people.
Grabbing the swords made by the black smith.
Everyone is equipped with murderous instruments.
Wielding blades swiftly slicing foes with a one, two combination.
It's insane bloodshed is the only way to the free this broken nation.
More warriors died then citizens saved.
They went blind because they let "Eye For An Eye" drive their animosity off the roof.
You want proof close your eyes and visuals the entire frontline slaughtered.
Also the cries and pleas of children makes the vision even harder.
Hope this is the last fight before they move things even farther.
Because we know what happens when we continuing to feed the monster!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Story of a land of warriors


I walk into the room;

There are lizards everywhere;

Slithering, creeping, crawling;

Lizards on the floor;

Lizards on the ceiling;

Lizards in my hair.

I say to the woman;

What is this?

The House of the Lizard King?

Do I look like a king to you?

She says in reply;

Turns into a lizard;

And slithers on bye.

I run in fear;

I run in horror;

I run real scared;

Slipping, sliding, fleeing, falling.

The doctor says;

Man, you got 500 white cells for every red one!

Six weeks later;

I walk away;


Me and the Lizard Queen;

Have been married ever since.