death

who is it
kills to be killed
not for fun
a real soldier sniper killer
can feel the life
without taking any breath
fills the gaps with shouts
and foreign blood
radical destroying behind and in front
for there's no time for creating
anything
just shoots to get people down
on their knees
to let them fall
face into mud
and dirt into mouth
there's no life waiting for you
no past to remember
to repeat
there's only the death
its breath in your face
its cold hand on you
your head
and your heart