The Grim Reaper
By: Ahmed Mire and Lasmy Thow

She is followed by a path of red
Wrapped in the screams of the dead
Happily taking each sinners' head
Sometimes carving a smile on their throat as they fled.

So evil as the words she approaches,
She eats nothing else but evil and roaches.
She lives in the cave of darkness,
But why, why is she living like this.

"Too many souls are saved each day
I must enjoy my every kill before he comes
For He, the judge, will always have the last say.
How unfair of him.......
It's alright- killing is how I'll show my love."

Who is she to adore,
She who the one whom kills dozens.
Life is what had created this whore,
For she is nothing more,
Her life needn't the life of thousands.

Even the heavenly angels bear her suffering from above
Always wanting to embrace her, but how when she turns away
From this love?
Even from the eyes of the gods who controls her life,
They will not charge her conspired destiny.

It is not the destiny that had conspired her,
The gods are not to control her.
Forever, she'll remain the devil she is forever.
Those who had suffer
Gave her love to destroy her.

Mercilessly, she seek vengeance,
Ruthlessly, she will avenge
Harboring the concept of destruction
Will awaken the new world of damnation.

Why should she seek vengeance,
She tremendously murdered thousandths!!!
More of this evil,
I don't think so.
We need more of goodness.

Mother Land of Good

Mother Land of Good
     
                           by: Ahmed Mire


Evilness covering the motherland of good,
Hope to not be uncovered by any other,
She tightly grabs the edges
To not show her frightfully scars.

Mother land of good,
She hope to one day run away-
Run away from those bloody wars
And expose the sign of fear.

Mother land of good
Who is she to fear.
Fear not of evil,
But her face in the mirror.

Who is she to fear in this world,
When the great walls are to block
The scatter scene of red puddles.
Thus she's scare of this horrifying sight.

Aching and moaning mother land is hurt,
Struggling to crawl across her plain.
Her curves are no longer curves,
Leaving her with pain.

Mother land of good,
She is covered by evil.
Show no love
She suffers for you.

Lonely Lost

The world upside down,
There's not much to see.
Is it better to stay off the ground
Or stay and sway in the wind
Like a tree.
She cries the perfect rivers,
Lighting up my world with red.
She seems to go on forever
Until she's done
Till she's dead.
And I continue on,
On this road
Lost the way where I had gone
I'm all alone.
Every trembling step I take
Feels like she's disappearing,
Disappearing with every step of the way.
The world upside down,
Not much to see.
Just better off the ground
Than swaying
Like a tree.