To Kill or Be Killed

 Through the Trees
 Bodies and Blades
 Carving the Pathway
 To the Checkpoint

 Awaken the Grass
 Weapons and Brass
 Anticipating Blood Spill
 From the Killing

 Pelted by Crossfire. Covered by Another
 Enemy Deterioration
 Schooled From the Get Go. No Sign of Victory
 Opponents Shot In Half
 Shotgun Peppered Flesh

 Back to the Thick
 Machetes are gripped
 Soldiers Marching Back
 To The Killing

 Pools of Blood. Ankle Deep
 Stain the Grounds of Battle
 Scowls on the faces of the Heads on Stakes
 Retreat. Never a question

 Your Resistance is Nominal We Shall Rise.
 Infecting Your Existence
 Revenge Will Be Ours
 Several Of My Man are Dead
 Marginal [bad word] The Mission
 The Circle Has Been Broken
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