Who is there
With a crimson teeth
With the glassy claws
Looking down on me
Who is that
With grass scorching breath
Eyes as cold as death
Flesh that smells of blood
Who stands now
Heartbeat sounds like screams
Grin like nuclear winds
Shell-shocked, brazen mind
Tell your name
It says
As the fires blaze
In the background
Tell me your blood type
What you think is right
And what boots you wear
Tell me, do you have
Concrete in your guts
Flesh made out of stars
Rage, that reddens Mars
I am war, my son
And it’s now begun
Introductions done –
We move on
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2018
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