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Devils battleground death awaits blistering

storms what will it take to deny my life

from your grasp,

Will victory be ours at last rounds being flung

bodies going numb bullet piercing iron our souls

will soon be gone,

Rain is upon us scarlet surroundings obscure visions

he is watching filling our minds can the battle be won,

Birds falling like angels in the sky demons calling

waiting for me to die barricades holding the faith

has declined,

ARs ejecting rounds of inferno explosions creating

armageddon ammunition becomes scarce how

will we survive,

Gathering resources from the fallen is it so wrong

the reaper repossesing essence through the night

we stand strong