A Soldiers Gun

Like thunderous bolts falling from the sky My metal slugs make the ground bend Causing streaks of red on a tally marker, I count My use will never end As long as I am welded and bolted together With a working and put together soldier holding me My body will never be at rest I am still counting How many people fell, and broke Sometimes still pieced together Because of me I am fed firecrackers from my line of metal Forced in, desperate Someone uses me I shoot thunder And I count