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Vietnam II
written by Genocide Reaper05:06 AM 10/27/04| Whirley birds in the air, the sounds of M60's given kids hell. The smell of gunpowder, the rise of smoke, the burning napalm bodies lieing in a waste land of destruction. Born from the shadows, the marines come to stalk the enemies. Powerful bases built with bones and blood of the enemy they slaughtered. Praise the devestation of a marines battle station. Lt's sent out into the field with a group of killers, they bump into the jungle monkeys left and right, open fire and burn villages, Demon marines, killing machines. LRRPS dropped off some time early in the morning, quiet killers, retrivers of information, insane kidnappers of the enemy commanders. Heads to the chest, heads to the chin, two men knock down another plan. Welcome to vietnam, life expectency two minutes. Hard to believe ain't it? You could die within five fucking seconds of going out into the killing fields, watch the women, no one is to be trusted, kids through grenades, women shoot rpd's and rpg's better watch out for the trip wires and dead end dire situations that condemn your soul in Vietnam. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (10-27-2004 - 10:55 AM)
| Glad you got your account back, now I can read more wonderful poetry! |
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