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...
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