Horde!
Boom!
Crush!
Burn!
Grind!
Past my head,
The bullets fly!
And I know that
I may soon die!
Boom!
Crush!
Burn!
Grind!
Grenades exploding
Everywhere!
I throw my own;
Time to share!
Boom!
Crush!
Burn!
Grind!
Skulls are crushed
Under flails of war!
One less warrior,
For the Horde!
Boom!
Crush!
Burn!
Grind!
The reek of burning,
The sight of fire!
A walking bomb
Shall soon expire!
Boom!
Crush!
Burn!
Grind!
Screams of the dying
Are all around!
Corpses of the slain
Litter the ground!
Boom!
Crush!
Burn!
Grind!
I stand victorious,
At the top of the pile!
Until a lone sniper…
Wipes away my smile…
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