memories

my diary's page one got soldiers n troops
nursin their wounds in buildin a moment of truth
the stray misiles n sierra bullets
shots from sides no strange lucks like gamin Russian roulette
hangin in balance the tale of life when you fool it
sacrifice is the theme when it strikes like lightenin
n you duck like pullets
they dark knights,call them King Richard
soldiers awaitin captain orders ready to die for us
guessin its fate's callin unsheathin swords from scabards
n these planes they still raw the heights
my page two memoir got these bombers in flight
the lifestyle stinks n stings like bees
the genus bombus is right,call them the bumble bees
n these buildings they crushin
they soundin blasts like adrenalin
the outcome's frightenin,voluntary suicide's sickenin
the future's path's thickettin,n the smoke n fog they thickenin
cool it you m*****f****n bandits
in white robes n gray beards claimin blood gifts
to Jehovah in heaven like he likes this when he hates it
sluts will you f****n end it
coz these kids they need heroes not these monsters with stains
those they could look up to not have them groanin in pains
n my page three certainly f***ed up my day
betrayal's like a knife in the belly when the sacrifice's in vain
treatment like a brother no turnin back on each other
wisdom long forgotten evil's ripe n gettin darker
hotter,sharper..Gillette razor sharp call it the nail cutter
trimmin this life like shears n treadin through life in fear
of friends turn foes
diggin you graves six feet;like the undertaker with spades n hoes
shut them out these stinking skunk clowns
these wolves in sheep clothin,have them hang on a noose
like ill fated pawns
memories...i respect the time line
only hope the future doesn't stain my lifeline.
(golden crown)

I liked the first two sentences.
Dunno how you managed to fxck up after that.

thanx for the comment.check out the edit..much better.