Thursday, April 16, 2009

World War 1

Creeping like a spider form gap to gap,Aiming with precision like an archer,Carefully calculating like an inventor of a nuclear bomb,And jack hammering the bullets out of the gun.

The machine gun roars and slowly sleeps again,And then the firing is retaliated,Bullets whistle just overhead,But any second could be your last.


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