lifes work

Life’s work
　
1 2 3 4, 5-666
7 8 9 10
Rounds in the clip
One more in the chamber
Fixed bayonets
Smoke the blade
Post and notch
Stock welded to my cheek
Breath frosted on the barrel
Sons and brothers
Hunter forced to fight
10 9, 8-7, 666
5 4321
Now the rifles empty
Hot with love and fear
Panic search thru fallen comrades arms
Precious alchemy of death and life
Still clutched in dead hands
Time to run with commanders at our backs
Bullets as deadly as the ones that advance
1-2-3, and a half…slow, patient breaths
Searching fingers, twisting lead
Bullet proof your body
With the dead
No home, or hope
Won’t pray for death
Except what creeps into my sights
I find my saviors, copper and lead
Wipe them clean, each another kill
6-5-43 2-one left in the door
Time stands still
Bolt action flying thru its motion
Spent brass hanging in the air
Smoke rising where frost once stood
No way to live, nowhere to run
More precious than gold I buy my life
With copper jacketed breath
Can’t believe what’s been done
No hope for life with death so near
Hunters, farmers of souls
Invade my land, stab you where you stand
Machine guns design, the front line
Tanks roll thru the rubble
1 2 halfway thru 3 4 a little more
5- 666 reticule crisp sees bloods pink mist
Beyond your siloutte so clear
Crack and buck, before you drop
I see deaths strike you’ll never hear
Finger takes up the creep
1234- 5 pounds till death you meet
666 hammer coming home
On primers dome
Sending vengeance down the bore
Rise thru the ranks
There are no thanks
Deaths the only thing for sure