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Warfare
written by Genocide Reaper06:37 AM 3/12/05Walk into Hell.
Nothing but murder fields.
Taste the death lingering in the air.
Pull the trigger without a care.
Power in murder!
Kill all in your way, never surrender!
Death before defeat!
Never shall you retreat!
Listen to the sounds of machine guns and mortar fire.
Watch the bodies explode within the blink of an eye.
Rape the enemy with bullets.
Raid the country side only to make prideful bets.
A mans mind is never the same.
Because war is a strategic game.
A mans soul isn't to blame.
But for all the things done during war we shall remember names.
Land mines steal mobility.
And cities are ravaged by artillery.
But when push comes to shove, we need the infantry.
Spear heading the assault with courage and supremacy!
Empty clips and clicking hammers lead to hand to hand.
Leaving enemies dead all across the land.
And if they stand, they taste the blade.
Gut wrenching steel.
Slitting open an abdomen.
innards following to the dirt.
Nothing left in the victims body but hurt.
Forever more these warriors carry out the war.
For blood they thirst.
For death they lust.
To murder massive amounts.
Showing us all went it comes down to the final count.
It is those lacking doubt.
That persevere and push forward bringing victory.
Victory was so far, now so near. |
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