Hunting Season

Hunting Season

A Poem by Balance

The question- are we misguided, blind followers?


Blood, sweat and tears

Must tolerate the truth

Biting the bullets

When the mind shuts

And the body is set to be torn

Trembling ammunition

Infusing justice with the crowds

Will kill you when you dream

Rootless slain, empty veins

Man and beast are the same

Faceless heads are falling

Under brimstone skies




Blinded shepherd betrayed

Walking in lines like lambs to the slaughter

Chasing after the prey

The hunting season

is on


Feeding the graveyard

Decorating halls of death

Hunger inside is growing

Your body is sweet and crawling

Scales replaced by diabolic dice

Anger inside is growing

Those who hesitate are lost

Long walk on a short pier

Through blazed trails and road rage

Baptism of fire

So who is the back seat driver?

Is it them or is it you??

© 2012 Balance

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Added on June 17, 2012
Last Updated on June 24, 2012
Tags: blood, tear, bullet, shepherd, dream, sky, beast, death, lamb, drive



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