The Scarlet Flower |
In a position untenable
With an enemy contemptible
The battlelines are drawn
Awaiting mayhem at dawn
Because it is unthinkable
To lose this war of principle
So when the wardrums pound
We will all stay our ground
Yet there is little hope
To avoid facing the rope
But all men must die
Lacking any reason why
So we sharpen our swords
Sharing our few last words
For we know we face our doom
Yet let the scarlet flower bloom!
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| Kommentarer - (Snittbetyg: 5) | Tissel - 30 nov 15 - 18:48- Betyg:  | | Wow! Grymt skrivet! Vilken känsla den förmedla :D hade lite problem med näst sista stycket, du kanske borde fixa sista raden där "Lacking a any reason why", "a any" blir ju lite konstigt |
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