
Friday, November 2, 2007
My tribute to GOW:CoO for PSP
YOU KRAYTOS:
Verse 1
Death of your enemies
end full in red
flashing of your blades
enemies are dead
then comes the big
who fall harder still
then comes the small
succumb to your will
Chorus:
KRAYTOS!
in your glory
take down olympus
end zeus's story
KRAYTOS
you play guitar
KRAYTOS
you are the god of WAR!
Verse 2
death of a god
made you bring
war on gods
and you a god-king
now death of the sisters
brings you closer
you have no tempters
except your gaia debtor
Chorus
1st Verse
Chorus
Verse 1
Death of your enemies
end full in red
flashing of your blades
enemies are dead
then comes the big
who fall harder still
then comes the small
succumb to your will
Chorus:
KRAYTOS!
in your glory
take down olympus
end zeus's story
KRAYTOS
you play guitar
KRAYTOS
you are the god of WAR!
Verse 2
death of a god
made you bring
war on gods
and you a god-king
now death of the sisters
brings you closer
you have no tempters
except your gaia debtor
Chorus
1st Verse
Chorus
Labels:
game,
god of war,
gow,
kraytos,
poem,
song,
video game
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Combsciety
Honey those are combs
filled to the brim
each a separate tomb
to each his own sin
buried in productivity
in a wasteful land
smoke will be penetrating
those little combs within
combs are the traps
of unending doom
produce produce produce
dig your own tomb
follow the wispy trail
to the next anenomae
flowering meadow of suns
everywhere you see
do the queens will
fatten her, starve yourself
following your society
and its mechanical hierarchy
danger comes nears
and it is clear
protect the hive
and queen so dear
for fleeing queen
sacrifice, self and life
death near it seems
from the hate filled scythe
filled to the brim
each a separate tomb
to each his own sin
buried in productivity
in a wasteful land
smoke will be penetrating
those little combs within
combs are the traps
of unending doom
produce produce produce
dig your own tomb
follow the wispy trail
to the next anenomae
flowering meadow of suns
everywhere you see
do the queens will
fatten her, starve yourself
following your society
and its mechanical hierarchy
danger comes nears
and it is clear
protect the hive
and queen so dear
for fleeing queen
sacrifice, self and life
death near it seems
from the hate filled scythe
Heres my First Post
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