Black Poetry : War Crisis: Angel of Death Perspective

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  1. Bishop

    Bishop Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    In 48 hours I shall be dispatched
    To dispatch countless
    To their reward
    Sons
    Daughters
    Mothers
    Fathers
    I have no picks or chooses
    I just slay those whose time has come to an end
    Working on both sides
    Not my job to judge
    Who is wrong
    Or right
    Just to take lives
    I come for all
    None can escape
    My sword
    As I tear away your soul from your body
    To bring it to that place for all eternity
    Hovering over the Persian Gulf
    I will be given the signal
    Gabriel’s trumpet
    If only they knew
    That this was the beginning
    Of those things to come as it was written
    Maybe they would try to avert
    But they have their own selfish desires
    Not counting the cost
    Makes me no difference
    They all come to me
    Sooner or later
    Innocent people
    Forced into this confrontation
    By their superiors
    Who think they can hide
    But I come for them as well
    Maybe not now
    But Judgment is coming
    And who will be able to stand
    No Bunker
    Or plane shall hide you
    For I shall find you
    You send and condemn
    Many to die
    But your time is short
    See I have you on my list
    It’s only a matter of time
    Judgment is coming
    I may come while you’re asleep
    Or I may come while you eat
    I may come while you’re making love
    But I will come
    In what form you know not
    Maybe in the form of a terrorist bomb
    Who knows
    In 48 hours it shall begin
    Not only over the gulf
    But in America as well
    Those who you seek to destroy
    Have already placed me in motion
    To lead school children
    Mall shoppers
    Everyday workers
    To their final destination
    Their blood on your hands
    But you don’t care
    You didn’t care back on 9/11
    When you ordered the planes to hit
    And you don’t care now
    Makes me no difference
    They all come to me
    Even you
    In 48 hours
    It will be showtime…
     
  2. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Bish,

    My brother you know the deal. Diggin' your flow.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    Bishop man dis be it !
    showtime indeed
    who be of victory and who have da rite !
     
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    Da Street So'ja Banned MEMBER

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    count down to the apocalypse
    remember those pieces i wrote about the future
    will it's here

    yo BISHOP
    i felt this piece poet

    so much truth so much
    and i agree
    except i do have someone i find wrong

    DSS
     
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    The Angel of Death just waiting for his orders from the Master on High...To him this is just another job...Like Sodom and Gomorrah...
     
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