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It is time to say goodnight
Stay cool
Feel it
Don’t blink
Sense it
Don’t move
Feel the stare
We can’t run
Stay prepared
I don’t know
What the hell they are
They got our scent
They’ve hunted us from afar
Group up
We’ve killed so many men
But not these - we ain’t killed one of them!
They surround us
So light on their feet
Harness the darkness
‘till they find fresh meat
Feel it
Stand so very still
Not far now
Death brings it own sweet chill
Their speed, their teeth
We’re no match for this fight
But we got some firepower left
Although our rounds burned into the night
We ain’t dying that way
Four grenades for us four men
Surprise will kill them
Surprise will be their end!
I can hear them
Just feet away
Don’t turn - look in my eyes
Release the hold pins
It’s time to go away.
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T.I.R.O. JY
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