The Killing

To kill or be killed
 Through the trees
 Bodies and blades
 Carving the pathway
 To the checkpoint
 Awaken the grass
 Weapons and brass
 Anticipating blood spill
 From the killing, killing, killing, killing
 Pelted by crossfire, covered by another
 Enemy deterioration
 Schooled from the get go, No sign of victory
 Opponents shot in half
 Shotgun peppered flesh
 Back to the thick
 Machetes are gripped
 Soldiers marching back
 To the killing, killing, killing, killing
 Pools of blood, Ankle deep
 Stain the grounds of battle
 Scowls on the faces of the heads on stakes
 Retreat, Never a question
 Your resistance is nominal we shall rise
 Infecting your existence
 Revenge will be ours
 Several of my men are dead
 Marginal amounts completed the mission
 The circle has been broken
 Mission complete