Serving The Country
By Duke
The storm of death approaches everyone, Good people are in a tight spot, Panic and confusion pounds the body, Flashes of light glows in little streams, People dont know where to run or hide, Your cold your sweatiing, Shock of evil toys with you, What can you do, You freeze playing possom, Like the storm already got you, Foot steps approaches closer, The streams of light still lightens up the sky, Your friends in the same situation, You stick together, The loud cracks threw the sky is getting close, Its night time but it looks like daylight, The storm is getting worse, Flesh being torn, Blood being raped in a blank emotion, Its not fare, Just doing our job, We got caught up in the storm, Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 03:16 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The storm of death approaches everyone,..."