These Are the Things of War
These Are the Things of War
Bullets, Guns, Grenades galore
These are the weapons of war
Cuts, scrapes, bruises and more
These are the wounds of war
Screams, yells, moans you hear
As you land in the eerie pier
One step at a time or get ready for a mine
Tat,Tat Tat goes the sniper
Your friend goes down infront of you
His lips quickly turning blue
He slips away
But you live to die another Day!!!!!!!!
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