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Pie.Cr3w

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Prison Wars

Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 8:56 pm

If you've ever envisioned a convict escaped from prison
You might just have a clue as to what I was going through
When I was huddled in a circle with murderers and kid cuddlers
In a freight train on the way to Folsom City, USA

I was knee-to-knee with guys whose felonies number thirty-
Three by mid-morning every day they breathe, don’t you see
There’s a problem there, I admit it, yeah, I was scared; I had to kill
Ninety-nine killers and rapists used to Amityville

To earn my release from cell six-sixty in Prison City
A tournament put in place to clear the way, some more space
For every cell packed four to a place. The feds put, in haste,
A postulation for such a complicated situation

Here we are now riding to our graves, and final destination:
A killer’s paradise preceded by devastation
A roped-off city, all citizens dead or fled with
A photon-made laser cage. One touch til you pass away

Every day the cage slides in, the arena grows smaller
Scattered through Shadowville’s Battlefield are boxes of food and water
And little red boxes of guns, knives, and high explosives
M-16s, AKs, and grenade launchers to blow some

Aggressive felon who steps too close into itty bitty pieces
Of blood, guts, brain matter and evil felon feces.
The train comes to a stop: all eyes on the clock – tick… TOCK!
The alarm goes off and the door unlocks

At the base of the train lay this little red box
I’m closest to the door, running—I hit the floor
Pop the top, grab the Glock, take a shot
Six shots fired to three chests, melt a slug straight in your breast

Three men hit but four men fall, throat ripped out when death came to call
Next out of the train was a bag black man carrying a head severed
From its neck by brute strength, then levered
And using its long hair as a hand place, turned its face into a mace

Swinging round and round, hit one man in the gut then crushed his skull
With one big foot against the curb; death takes its toll
Big man looked right at me, walking loudly
Deep inside, I tried to hide, tail between legs, howling

But I held my ground and let one loose, died like Lincoln in the booth
Blood dripping down, dead before the sound could tell the man to move
To my surprise, he was capped just between the eyes
And I knew it was time to fly, grab my shells before I die

I rain into a warehouse across the street, terrified as I could be
Pistol in hand, shots in pocket, I stalked around the room then I lost it
Three green bodies lay on the floor, torn apart by rats and more
Vile of creatures who lay dead alongside, consumed by the poison causing them to die

I lost my lunch right there on the spot, when I thought I saw a little blue box
Had to dig full force through a rotting corpse, only to find a single liter
Of water and wafers packet, the substance that’d keep me alive if only I could snack it
But the blood stains on the box reminded me where I’d got

Such a miserable feast and then of all the beasts
Who’d died trying to eat things contaminated such as these
But then I realized I needed food to stay alive
Bullets fired just outside, no more time to decide

So I grabbed my box and headed for the very back door
Knowing I had to chance to survive and see my wives at the end of the war.

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govindnr

Currently banned First Blood Posts: 19 Joined: 20 Oct 2006 260 gold

Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 5:49 am

nice one

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