Let's Do the Time Warp!

Moving backward, we head towards my last year as a camper at Johnsonburg Presbyterian camp prior to my summer of LT training. Now, being a goofy kid, I wrote a lot of my pieces A. about war and fighting and B. in a simple A-B-A-B rhyming scheme. However, for whatever reason this piece stood out to me, specifically b/c of the sound of it as I read through, seeming to flow pretty well, perhaps because of the different A-A-B-B rhyme scheme. It doesn't really have any solid meaning or moral behind it, it's just kinda fun.
This one feels very fragmented, unlike the last two. For, those all of these have a poetic structure, they were all meant to be songs upon the initial scripting of them. I've formatted them a little bit to fit a more poetic style and so they make sense, but this one, even in it's original form, still feels a little awkward (perhaps because of my attempts to talk as a gangster?). For the most part, wherever there is a break other than the first two, that is where the chorus was supposed to go, the chorus being the second stanza. So, yea, I apologize for the poor craftsmanship, terminology, and the gruesome imagery... why am I sharing this again???


Fatal Swoop

Flames roarin',
cries soarin',
there ain't nothin' sleepin' soundly tonight.
People dyin',
birds sighin',
as they hear men drawing their last breath.

Death, doom and destruction,
the three d's that make our world a grave.
Fellahs fallin' left and right,
not a living soul in sight.
You're all alone
in your own personal hell,
and all it takes...
is one fatal swoop.

Crows cawin',
the clawin'
at their freshly killed prey.
Those who are alive
lickin' their wounds
barely survivin',
are balancing on the tip of the iceberg,
the edge of the cliff,
the tightrope that is life,
and they're startin' to fall.

Flesh partin' from bone,
the ring of painful groans,
people cryin', lyin' tryin'
to live for just one more day.

The world, oh how cruel,
the Devil tryin' to rule,
and I rue the day he does.
Though as long as we groan,
as long as we cry,
as long as we fight
for the morals we live by,
there ain't nothin' that bitch can do.
So let's fight on, yeah,
let's fight on.

But let's block that swoop rather than take it,
instead we'll work together
'til the ground's not soaked red, yeah.