Mercenary - Original Poetry
You're free to ask, why I made such a choice?
And it's your right, consider that I'm evil.
But you must know, I can not hear God's voice!
My life - instincts, survival... It's primeval.
When I see a fire before thine eyes, I love it!
I beg - resist me, freed from fear and fight!
And I'll kill you with razor-sharp wit.
The result is irrelevant, survive or die - all right!
Fight is my drug, my pleasure, my enjoy!
I am waiting like a snake before attack
And in this case, you're just my toy.
Only forward and not one step back!
Make up your mind, release your rage!
You might die in a battle, not on knees
I see across your eyes - your instincts locked in a cage.
Come out of torpor, not freeze!
I'm disappointed ... you are just a coward.
rifleshot - My demons are still hungry...
I stare at your dead body with an glowered
And go without looking back, oh, I'm so angry!
Another house, another man... I look into his eyes.
I can already see his grin and hand reaching for knife
And he deserves for my respect, because he is one who tries
This is the most important thing - The struggle for the life!
Sincerely, Terry Craft.
Creative as always!