Lead spitting cobra thrusting
7 rounds a second
Accurately toward enemy cowering behind rocks busting
2 at a time if needs be, Talibs not quick enough to abscond.
Lubricated lovingly by the oil we protect our be-
9 presence when operating undetected the very ba-
6 of our craft bathed in lunar luminescence
Allowing mothers to know their sons suffered not.
1 at a time. ad infinitum.
Lightning white hot & molten too quick for diving to ab-
8 their chances of being struck, no medic could re-
5 splintered torso, tumbled rounds or deceptive
Angled glances.
2ward them snake paths of ball rocketing dirt above
Immobile killers prepared to be scared of death again
Without inept shame their masters reek of.
Hot headed
& eager to engage infidels
Killing their weak bodies whilst
Liberating deluded minds, my prophets bloodlust quells
1ton destructions morbid ache.
7ty yards away behind a berm, a sweaty Mahdi swaps magazines
Alarmed at the calm Tom's grasp of technology (just a generation before
2berculouses claimed an uncle) undoubtedly a man by his late teens,
Umbrellas of floating fire leave Terry cowering helpless at his friends loud drama
Galvanised in blinding phosphorus
Lighting the path to Allah.
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