fire-sheep

visions of infantry
parading right towards me
full metal jackets tumble
passing me slowly.
adrenaline pumping
were running thu streets
that connect into alleys
together we breach thu
together we end you
bullets pass thru you
blood splashes
as it leaves you

with opens palms, red torwads the sky
begging a god youve never seen in your life
you ask for the help to survive.
center
right
and to the face
3 round burst's are placed

gun empty
holes smoking
pockets emptied
bleach soaking
teeth broken
you smolderin