War Party by GWAR
A Prompt From Dr. Jason Benskin
Introduction
I published a story on a Pink Floyd song, which you can read here.
It was suggested I do a similar piece on "War Party" by GWAR.
My piece was essentially about extrapolating what the five words and a scream were about in the Pink Floyd piece, the"War Party" piece will have to be different because there are a lot more words to jump off from, but this will be a stream of consciousness jumping off at random points from the GWAR song.
These are the lyrics:
This is the story or tale of whatever
War Party
In the fires of some final damnation, you find yourself screaming, your body burning and and flesh charring. You know what a hog roast feels like for the hog now.
They gave you a pass to fight a war and made it sound like a holiday but now you know the truth. You died in the explosion, some massive mine or bomb in the road, but that was the start of your pain.
Your earthly body is mutilated and torn apart and is being fed on by crows and vermin while suspended by a chain from a bridge, oh and your head is not there.
But in hell your body is whole and burning, a constant fountain of blood and pain. You know you were responsible for the deaths of many and this is your payback. They know what you did and there is no sympathy at all.
You are getting what you deserve.
You came to kill and have now been killed.
Seriously why did you come?
What did you expect?
This is a place full of hate, pain and death and now you have got yours and it will last forever with no chance of ever getting out.
The devils here love their entertainment.
Welcome to the War Party....
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Comments (4)
Oooo, your story was so dark! I loved it!
Argh, too real! The poor join the military in the US frequently as they promise education, a "way of life" not to be truly had when they return. IMO, there are no benefits, ever. It's an explosion of egos using the youth as pawns.
I've seen GWAR in concert once, which was an experience, as my spouse is a huge fan. This is really cool - I'll have to show this to him. Loved this!
GWAR! Just GWAR. Clicked this way too quickly like a kid in a candy store realising the owner had done a bunk! Well done on this, Mike! Loved it!