Piercing your bones. With hundreds we come.
At the shores we'll await. We smell your fear.
Flickering light. Leaves from the barrel.
Bodies drop in the sand. Bullets whistle around.
I breathe 900 rounds a minute.
Machinery of pain.
Born from hatred to kill.
Blood splashes up against the wall. Screams fading in echoes.
The barrels changed every minute. Exhausted from killing.
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