11-07-2013, 04:24 AM
An ongoing project of mine, that I for some reason or another JUST thought to post here. The goal is to re-write my top 10 favorite songs (in no particular order) in blank verse. This is really just practice, a way to learn how to put almost any thought in iambic pentameter. Also, it's fun. I've got 2.5 done. If this gets any positive reviews, I'll post some moar 
War Pigs, by Black Sabbath
The gen’rals gathered thick in their masses
Like witches at their masses veiled in black.
Their evil minds plot hate and destruction
As sorcerers of death’s construction fly.
In fields the bodies burn in piled mounds;
Machines of war forever reap the dead
And spew their hatred forth on all mankind.
Their brainwashed minds are poisoned, Oh lord, yea!
The politicians hide themselves away
(Of course, they only started first the war!).
Why should they taste the hells of war and rot?
That role is left to men too poor to leave!
Their power-minds will fade as time creeps on;
They make their wars for petty amusement,
And treat their people just like pawns in chess.
Their Judgment Day is drawing nigh, Lord, yea!
The world in darkness stops its turning now
As ashes where the bodies burning lie.
The War Pigs’ power through their fingers slipped;
The Hand of God has stuck the hour thence!
It’s Judgment Day! Their God is calling them,
As on their knees the War Pigs crawl away.
They scream and beg for mercy for their sins
But Satan, laughing, spreads his wings! Lord, yea!
War Pigs, by Black Sabbath
The gen’rals gathered thick in their masses
Like witches at their masses veiled in black.
Their evil minds plot hate and destruction
As sorcerers of death’s construction fly.
In fields the bodies burn in piled mounds;
Machines of war forever reap the dead
And spew their hatred forth on all mankind.
Their brainwashed minds are poisoned, Oh lord, yea!
The politicians hide themselves away
(Of course, they only started first the war!).
Why should they taste the hells of war and rot?
That role is left to men too poor to leave!
Their power-minds will fade as time creeps on;
They make their wars for petty amusement,
And treat their people just like pawns in chess.
Their Judgment Day is drawing nigh, Lord, yea!
The world in darkness stops its turning now
As ashes where the bodies burning lie.
The War Pigs’ power through their fingers slipped;
The Hand of God has stuck the hour thence!
It’s Judgment Day! Their God is calling them,
As on their knees the War Pigs crawl away.
They scream and beg for mercy for their sins
But Satan, laughing, spreads his wings! Lord, yea!
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!