masters of terror, of terror do plan
listen well to my rhyme
and know within your own breast
the sorrows you bring with time
masters of terror, of terror endorse
see the tales take on life
of pillaging, plunder, murder and gain
and proclaim once more, "for right!"
fathers send sons, mothers blind
who knows truly why
blood is shed of ones so dear
given reasons that are but lies
see the mother, see the father
see the legless man
see the broken loves and lives
all torn by your own hand
masters of terror, of terror do plan
you dare to employ
your own dear child born for tomorrows
to fight and die for glory
masters of terror, of terror do plan
listen and do in time
see the sorrows searing your soul
upon which you will one day dine
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poem written at 14 years old
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