All Nine Lives

Fu#king hell, I can’t hear - these screaming shells, this banging everywhere! Jesus Christ I can’t even see the enemy over there! Lock and load, squeeze the trigger and go these streets of brick and rubble, no cover or safety anywhere! I can’t see or hear or be a fighter in this hell, what the hell am I doing here? The thunder bangs, machine gun rounds, smoke and screaming everywhere.. Trapped between these walls the Tiger Tank seals the exit hole, I’ve emptied my gun on steel - the gunner turns his sights on me. Have I used up all nine lives… I watch his barrel turn, this god damn broken ankle hurts… Oh my Jesus Christ.. …this is the end of me!