War

Promising a Precise death with a Face of Fabled Fairness Fabricated with Finesse yet her calmness is a Fragile Fib a Facade For behind her Flesh Flickers a Flame Favoring Fresh termoil. Fearless and feral, Feeding you soothing Fear through her Ecstacy Educing Eyes Elegantly Elevating Explicit Emotions Exposing Erect anatomy without Even attempting to be Erotic. Elegant irisis Erode Egos and Essential Ethics leaving you Embarassed and Eligable for her Emasculating Evil Extrude with Eager Electricity Through Her Hell-bent Hands Habitually Hindering the Hearts of men Hopeless momentarly Haulting to adjust Her Halo before returning to the Hysterical Heap of Humans she Hungers for. should you ever lay eyes on this Head Hunting Hellion, Hope you evade the Horrible Houcus pocus she comands with Hurrican forces for she is the second and first Horesmen Heir to the throne of Hades. she is older than History, masses have been slaghtered in Her name, countless conflicts amongst comrades and whole Homes destroyed . she is beautifull as beauty yet dangerous as dange she is not a warrior she is WAR

CAAZ

CAAZ
 Intoxicated Ideas
 Talk the keys off their hook.
Ignited Pains insert into ignitions,
while in between Bohemian Blinks
 The radio seems to adjust itself. the 
 Booms and Baps previously attributed to 
saving my life, take the wheel and drive my 
Fragile Soul through the familiar nights Red Lights. 
Hallucinations Howls from the wolf pack of paranoia 
riding in the back seat. Gas, Brake less than a foot apart. 
a decision must be made before they Clash, should i stay or should i go.