I got this angry need to waste, destroy and kill that flares
up in a frickin heartbeat
I have an innate predilection for loud noises, smoke,
shouting and doing injury
I want red meat with every meal, alcohol every night and
lots of sudden violence
I’ve got a right to any woman that I might catch out
somewheres alone on a road
I work well within the sound of screaming, struggling real
close to naked flames
It’s a relief to stop my thinking and just follow the gritty
violence in my gut
Kill their kids and rape their women and leave them alive
with our bastard seed
Raise our voices in hoarse gap-toothed shouts and wave our
fists in triumph
I’ll go off and die young and maybe leave some snarling
orphans to take my place
Kill and blacken the meat that sustains us and leave the
plants to the girls
Defile the gods of our enemy with our excrement and laugh
harshly as we march away
Adapt the stallions that the women tamed to help us to make
a more awful war
Leave deep thinking to the geeks but laugh and bellow and
drink way too much
Slap your kid around until he accepts the wide mean streak
that’s already there
Pretend faith and allegiance to gods and politicians you
don’t try to understand
Obey as long as they trump up enemies and provide food and
drink and weapons
I don’t go off searching for my soul but I sure like to suit
up to go out to fight
I find my life’s deepest meaning staring at the mutilated
body of another brother
There’s got to be more to life than talking and reading for
those such as me
I’m not saving up or putting down roots cause tomorrow we go
off to kill and die again
Give me meat and beer and tobacco and whores to rape and
kick around
Let me burn their houses and whip them raw from the backs of
giant horses
Beat me down with harsh discipline or I will bite savagely
the hand that nears me
Give me a simple faith and just confidently assure me that
we do not die in vain
I happily burn fields and butcher animals and leave families
shivering and dirty in the rain
We don’t ask much, just arms and your blessing, when you
turn us loose again
I am quick to anger, hold a grudge and fight with my own in
times of peace
Give us meat to kill so we can throw its bones to savage
dogs beside a roaring fire
I did not need to learn to read to march in step or to use
my beloved weapons
The best is when it comes to fists and grappling, knives and
knees and elbows
I seek no salvation or revelation but total immersion in
no-holds barred deadly violence
I will waste away quickly should I become too old to march
with my companions
I need to fuck up something or somebody just to quell this
eternal inner need
I will work for any scheming prince, greedy priest or
profiteering politician
Equip us, bless us and set us upon some enemy or we will
surely come for you
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