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untitled halo poem
Posted By: new1nab113<Ada57@aol.com>
Date: 10 March 2004, 8:42 PM

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the smell of blood fills my nose
battle scar on my battle clothes
my gun is loaded by my side
in this war i turn the tide
i hate the grunts i hate the flood
they pay for it with all their blood
grenades go off, marines fly
i had no chance to stop them die
my sniper rifle zooms right in
to avenge their murderous sin
i mount my ghost and accelerate
the fire from wraiths starts to grate
i mop up the rest the mission is done
now to evac, to yet more fun...