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A short, but intense poem based off the idea that the enemy knows death is coming. |
-Shockwave Central- by Keaton Foster  From a plane High above Here it comes Death Dismemberment Obliteration Disintegration All the same Shockwave central I knew the risk Easily I played the game I fought the battle I brought war to this place Give em hell is my way I’m not afraid And if I was No difference would be made I cannot run I cannot not hide All I can do Is stand here and die Technology is on the enemy’s side Precision like a surgeon’s blade We are all warriors here The choice has always been Abundantly clear Lay down our weapons and live Hold on tight and die I can see the jet Banking left Screaming away Its deadly cargo escaped Hurling down Through time and space Terminal velocity achieved The force of impact alone Would be enough to kill us all But behind such force Is an explosive punch Designed to vaporize everyone Certain to erase me And my hate filled ways Shockwave central I knew the risk I played the game Now it’s my turn to lose No point in hiding No point in further trying Boom! Shockwave Central Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |
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