Nasty Savage

War is a death's feast
worse then war
is the fear of war
Many times
before their death
cowards die
why turn the
other cheek
annihilate them all
or they will us
poison words
they serve
with their lies
smash into
oblivion
to anyone who
disagree
point of death
the pain
is gone
Terminus Maximus
Terminus Maximus
Many have fallen
by the edge of