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He was a cutthroat
Right up to the moment of his final breath
He was a murderer
Right behind you within every shadow
He was a soldier
Right on the frontlines in every battle… of every war
He was a cutthroat
Right up to the moment of his murder
He was a dead man
Right from the moment of his first breath
Born only to kill… kill… kill… kill… kill… kill…
Born to die
By my blood-soaked hand
Now I will kill… kill… kill… kill… kill… kill… kill…
Dagger steady as a statue in my almighty red hand
Knuckles shattered, fingernails snapped, flesh forever stained
But my bloodied fist can never be broken
The almighty red hand of a killer, a murderer
We both are scarred, tattered, beaten by battle
Open gashes spilling blood, bruised skin filling up with color
Two bodies racing towards death
While the spirit rages on like an immortal titan
Everything else threatens to collapse
But the blade forged into my almighty red hand remains…
We fight for honor
We fight for the right to kill
(killkillkill…)
Like the master painter with his finest brush
Upon the waiting canvas of his masterpiece
I slowly draw my knife across the murderer’s neck
Paint him dead in almighty red
To the victor goes the kill…
(killerkillerkiller…)
He is a cutthroat
Right in the throes of his final breath
I am a cutthroat
Right now, before and forevermore…
(killerkillerkillerkiller…)
Eyes light up within a hollowing skull
As he savors the violent moments of his own demise
The corners of his mouth warp into a grin
He concedes the battle, the war, the honor to me
Just before his eyes roll back and his breath finally ceases
The eternal cutthroat with his smile and his slit neck
The victor, the killer – I stand over his body
Draw his eyelids forever shut
With the frail and broken fingers
Of my almighty red hand
©2005-2009 ~infernosilver
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Author's Comments

i probably have about 500 poems or other diatribes like this - with the first person perspective one-on-one combat face-off situation, in some variety. usually they're just pointless exercises to vent my rage but this one has a little more of a targeted idea behind the whole situation - essentially the situation itself is irrelevant, the real focus here is on the concept of honor and/or respect in situations regarding violence, death, war and other interpersonal conflicts. it's up to you to decide whether there is ever any real honor to be found in killing someone or something, as well as whether or not to respect death itself, the dead, the dying, the death-dealers and those who would stand to lose or gain one way or another as a result. in these words, i find myself with two of the most important things in existence (to me): death and honor. the questions are far more complex than i could ever try and answer, i just want to present these things together and in contrast and coexistence with each other... from there, it's your poem, your opinions, your decisions... kill or be killed? judge and be judged...

things to keep in mind (or don't - fuck if i care): everyth1ng c0unt5... all repeated or similar words, lines, syllables and patterns are in place intentionally - i have my reasons... "there is no such thing as a broken fist" - i'm not sure if i ever uploaded the poem where i first spat out that line but it's a recurring concept... there is no vengeance this time, only honor, respect and death... imbalance is as real as it gets... i hate the living and worship the Dead...

i wrote this all in one sitting earlier today. probably about an hour to an hour and a half worth of work, while listening to numerous g0d-butchering musical acts of violence including Lamb of God, Aeon, Naglfar, The Project Hate MCMXCIX, Bolt Thrower and more i can't remember. a little more than a half-hour's worth of editing done tonight - listening to Pantera almost exclusively tonight. that's been happening a lot lately... sure this probably sucks but i'm not gonna make any excuses or apologies for that. it was a spontaneous piece of writing - take it or leave it... or go fuck yourself... once again, your decision...

so if it sucks - perfect... another shitty poem to end another shitty year... and to all who would wish me a "happy holiday", "merry christmas", "happy new year" or any of that other crap.... don't... just don't... don't even fucking think about it... i mean it...

dedicated to absolutely fucking no one...

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:icontaikoncrucifiesyou:
O_o U should join a death metal band
And I love that logo of urs

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:headbang: HAIL KRISIUN! :headbang:
"You've became everything and more to me..." Kreator - The Chosen Few
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Thanks, I'm pretty fond of that logo design myself, been using it for about 2 or 3 years now in some form or another. And believe me, if I could play an instrument or write music I would most certainly be making some serious death metal, even if it was just me playing alone in my basement.

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"total fucking doom"

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It's like an eligant eliquant expression of the ideas I tryed to get across in "The End" and "The Last of Them."
Only you actually did it. I gazed in the mirror, slew my reflection as he tried to slay me. There was no sorrow, for we know who we are, and we know our foe. Nothing less than ourselves. Respect for the victor that he will give to the man who will defeat him.

Honor in brutality, it is as you say. Respect for those who can find it in hell. My brothers.

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:iconwyreth:
It's so AGRIVATING to love the music so.... yet be so unable to create it.

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You can't take the sky from me.
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Thank you very much, my friend. Your personal vision and words here are as intriguing as they are enlightened. I'm glad I could find at least one amongst the many who could understand this so clearly.

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You dub "vision" on one who calls himself blind, and "enlightened" on a fool. I won't say you're a lier, just that you've effectively reposed my compliment.
I try so hard to understand that which is worth understanding, I spend hours on your writing for this reason.

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I would say the same things of myself, along with many other things. I'm always in search of some manner of understanding as well, though I usually end up simply exploring - randomly wandering through halls of mirrors and windows, sightlessly stabbing away with a pen. Some hours find us better than others but I would hate to think of myself of someone who believes in time, so I just keep exploring... and I collect my little shards of broken glass along the way...

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Myself I came to the conclusion that I don't belive that I know anything, or that I truly see what is there. I just believe that I CAN explore, and can learn. It is beliving in myself after a fassion. It took 26 years to find that belief, but it is a rock to stand on at times.

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I'm real glad you found something you can believe in, even if it took some time. I'm still working on finding (or just making up) my own personal "beliefs"... but time is one thing I definitely have plenty of.

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