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be my downlow, Estralita

war stories. I�m sick of them. I figure you are, too.
go away, then, find something else to sleep with.

the visions of the enemy never retreat. they stare at me
with their hateful eyes & their gun barrels; battlefields
that won�t forget me.

we traced them through verdant jungles & over mortared
hills, as they made for defenseless villages where they
gunned down the innocent. the mangled bodies of women &
children paved the incarnadine streets & the paths to
obliterated gardens. we were too late to save the villagers,
but we murdered the heathens where they stood, & it was
good. it was very good.

how long can a man go with just the smell of blood around, &
never the smell of sex? I survived when there was nothing to
survive for, except a warm meal, & a woman, somewhere,
to fuck.

she didn�t have to welcome me as a desired lover, either;
if I could kill, I could rape.

� �wear a pretty dress, baby, so I can tear it off you. I want to
see your naked flesh, & the scratches of my brutality ��

a woman will fight to protect herself, & that makes it more arousing.
I�ll beat the resistance out of her, till she tells me, with the last of her
defiance, �do what you want, I don�t care anymore!�

my hands & my tongue will burn with the furious beauty of her,
as I engorge myself with the decimated glory of my whored maiden.
how many of your holes will I penetrate, little star, before I
explode inside you!

when I come upon you, woman, you had better like it rough�

(Artist unknown)

Written by JohnFeddeler

Published 1st May 2016

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Re. be my downlow, Estralita

Ahavati (Tams)

1st May 2016 5:15am

War changes a man into someone he doesn't love, and therefore no one else should. But there are women who would never submit; they would die first rather than give in. Good write, John. I've noticed your voice is changing and your writing evolving.

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Anonymous

- Edited 8th Nov 2018 00:49am

1st May 2016 8:04am

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ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)

1st May 2016 9:04am

Brutal, efficient, hateful. The character needs something to break them down, to lick old wounds, after the evils of life have worked their way within. I, personally, found a way to relate, I tried not to think too much of the latter victim and use the main character as the victim. There was something very PTSD, very alone, very needing of genuine affection in this.

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FATBOY300PLUS

1st May 2016 11:58am

Civilization is but a thin veneer. And those who praise it's virtues most loudly are content to let others soil their souls so they can point fingers. And those who claim to revere it most often turn the blindest eye to the means used to achieve it, as long as their hands remain unstained.
Fantastic read Sir John

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crimsin (Unveiling)

1st May 2016 12:15pm

John blown away by this savage warrior side of you..

I have a taste for it..

yes war does change a man and you've seen much..

powerful poetry..

love Crimsin

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jemac

- Edited 1st May 2016 4:17pm

1st May 2016 4:11pm

A Warrior
caught in the trenches
of war, life, love
such an incredibly powerful write,
JohnFeddeler .. blown away by the raw intensity

I read it three times, and each time
it left me with a pounding heart ...

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crowfly

1st May 2016 5:06pm

Extremely strong work on the brutalizing effect of war. Men compromise their ideals in "the heat of combat" and often long into its aftermath. I've never been there so I can only imagine. Fine write, and I love that title.