The muses are finally off strike.

In Soviet America, Muses work through you. Okay, that was corny, but today in Soviet America, aka my world/life, the muses are at work. As they should be. I'm dedicating this entry to my recent poetry I've wrote. I'm skeptical, as I am with all my work, and need opinions and constructive criticism. This first one is Attack!

Strike! Raise my fist to the Aryan nation,
Kiss freedom goodbye, its on vacations,
March in step, keep your head down,
Don't let the Fuhrer see your frown.

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Strike forth across the land,
I burn, I pillage,
scortching every meter of earth,
every village,
Plunder the gold and silver,
Fuck Mother Earth, I'm the one who killed her

Red sun on red blood,
mixed with dirt and mud,
the land has been clensed in Fuhrer's name,
things will never be the same

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Enemys on all sides,
no one cares who lives and who dies,
just gotta make it to the end of the day,
got no time to love or play,

Strike fear into the enemy,
at least the one I see,
must kill them, its either them or me,
This is the only law that makes sense to me.

I am a weapon, bred for war,
this is the only thing of which I am sure,
life has no meaning for save to end,
it would be no use for me to pretend,

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Plunge myself into hell,
Will I survive? God knows damn well.
Unstopable, can't kill a machine,
somthing this cold or something this mean.
I strike too hard, I strike too keen.
Wall of bodies in front of me,
streching as far as I can see.
Lets see how much pain we can inflict,
lets make the bleed.

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

And that is all she wrote. This is Andrewski from Soviet America, signing out.