Across the field from I,
The enemy points and aims,
A line of amo soars,
And ends a family name.
Across the field a man,
Just 20 years of age,
Blessed with the gift of life,
I fire out of rage.
The enemy reloads,
I hear a fiery blast,
My friend is shot and killed,
Anger to hot to last.
I load my gun with rage,
This b*****d's gonna to pay,
I pull the trigger and pray,
God kill this angry sage.
But god is busy now,
Across the graveyard lay,
A dieing soldier man,
Praying today be my last day
I fire one last shot,
The enemy does the same,
The lord answers both our prayers,
And ends this fiery game.
By: Trevor S.
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