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Slaughtered
Diving from the sky to the scorched earth;
chopped down like doves,
many our slaughtered by machine guns,
War plane's struggling to stay in orbit;
fire balls coming right at them;
the one's who touch ground,
are scared shittless;
thinking to themselves "what are we supposed to do"
enemy reinforcements homing in;
iron behemoths rolling in,
Condemened buildings,
hollowed, burnt out shells,
provide cover
the surviving foreigners,
gather themselves and run
Taking their positions in the
unstable habitations
They stay in fight;
returning fire to their enemies
With little hope of making it out
alive,
Time is not on their side
