Post by Yoshiko on Apr 17, 2007 0:16:51 GMT -5
One bullet:
Watch it rip through the heart;
Rip and tear it all apart.
A pain that would not depart;
A love that tasted just too tart.
Two bullet:
Plunges in through the throat;
Thick and black the blood flows,
Moving softly as a baby’s toes.
How long is lasted, no one knows.
Three bullet:
Fast as a flash;
It took him in the back.
Then sounded the softest of cracks;
Life diminished, just as fast.
Four bullet:
Rip the flesh, tear it apart;
Slit the throat of life’s warm heart.
Break the bone, snap it clean;
Drain all life on this final eve.
One bullet, two bullet, three bullet, four;
Watch him drop right to the floor.
The blades turn again,
They seek the flesh of men.
Hiding does you good no more;
They will find you all upon the floor.
Cover blown, everything shown;
Give it up, your position’s known.
The bullets fly, they whip the air;
The men, they do not move, lest they dare:
Dare to throw it away to the flames;
Be consumed by the rains.
The war is lost, we cannot win;
Save yourself, save your kin.
This war is through, we all are doomed;
Give in to the big boom.
Can it be, possibly?
An escape to follow,
A way to wallow.
Track the path, face the facts;
Pull the trigger;
Break the pact.
Take it upon yourself;
Win the war, or else-
All be condemned to the fumes;
This war you simply cannot lose.
Pull the trigger-
He’s not your friend.
Make his simplistic life end.
This is a war, you know;
Sacrifices come and go.
Kill them all or kill the one,
Either way this war is won.
Turn the tides, break the sides;
Crush them all beneath your might.
Run quickly now, past the death!
Your friends, they cry for help,
A kind hand to ease their yelps.
Your foes, they cry for forgiveness,
A hardened hand to give them new bliss.
Your friends, your foes-
Your choice, your blows.
Stop to help one, then another will ask;
Make them leave you to your task!
Finish them off, a quick pop to the head;
Oh, look, they’re all dead.
He’s right there in the open air,
Your final target, do you dare?
Rounds left, rounds right;
Join him now in this final flight.
Aim the scope, take your time;
Right in his head, make the bullet fly-
Oh, you’ve taken you long;
It would seem that you’ve died.
This sucks, blatantly. It's pretty repetitive and stuff.
Watch it rip through the heart;
Rip and tear it all apart.
A pain that would not depart;
A love that tasted just too tart.
Two bullet:
Plunges in through the throat;
Thick and black the blood flows,
Moving softly as a baby’s toes.
How long is lasted, no one knows.
Three bullet:
Fast as a flash;
It took him in the back.
Then sounded the softest of cracks;
Life diminished, just as fast.
Four bullet:
Rip the flesh, tear it apart;
Slit the throat of life’s warm heart.
Break the bone, snap it clean;
Drain all life on this final eve.
One bullet, two bullet, three bullet, four;
Watch him drop right to the floor.
The blades turn again,
They seek the flesh of men.
Hiding does you good no more;
They will find you all upon the floor.
Cover blown, everything shown;
Give it up, your position’s known.
The bullets fly, they whip the air;
The men, they do not move, lest they dare:
Dare to throw it away to the flames;
Be consumed by the rains.
The war is lost, we cannot win;
Save yourself, save your kin.
This war is through, we all are doomed;
Give in to the big boom.
Can it be, possibly?
An escape to follow,
A way to wallow.
Track the path, face the facts;
Pull the trigger;
Break the pact.
Take it upon yourself;
Win the war, or else-
All be condemned to the fumes;
This war you simply cannot lose.
Pull the trigger-
He’s not your friend.
Make his simplistic life end.
This is a war, you know;
Sacrifices come and go.
Kill them all or kill the one,
Either way this war is won.
Turn the tides, break the sides;
Crush them all beneath your might.
Run quickly now, past the death!
Your friends, they cry for help,
A kind hand to ease their yelps.
Your foes, they cry for forgiveness,
A hardened hand to give them new bliss.
Your friends, your foes-
Your choice, your blows.
Stop to help one, then another will ask;
Make them leave you to your task!
Finish them off, a quick pop to the head;
Oh, look, they’re all dead.
He’s right there in the open air,
Your final target, do you dare?
Rounds left, rounds right;
Join him now in this final flight.
Aim the scope, take your time;
Right in his head, make the bullet fly-
Oh, you’ve taken you long;
It would seem that you’ve died.
This sucks, blatantly. It's pretty repetitive and stuff.