War In the Wrestling Room
Stepping up to the line there is no whistle
A hail of balls flying unemotionally
Uncaring of its next victim
A soul is hit, he falls to the ground
Comrades watch, in horror, disbelief
The stream is endless, one by one
Penetrating the armor, until it breaks
Mass chaos ensues, and hail begins on both sides
Smoke builds blinding each member
Shots taken on allies, friends,
The smoke clears and few are standing
That is on the Allied side and rivals are numerous
Slowly, they are taken out, but the speed is to slow
Until one is left, Vying for his team, his country
His rivals take aim, fir, miss
Hailing bullets into a wall, they stop, and he pounces
One by one, he picks up weapons and takes them down
A brace solider is he but his ammo has run out
He waits for a bullet to fly but the captain, leader
Tells them to wait, for he is the one to end the fight
The boy looks at death, for he knows what will happen
The bullet is thrown, and misses but the leader recovers and
Finds the young man’s eye
The solider falls
He hears the joy in the rivals
But for his team they walk around him
He was their savior and he failed
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