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The enemy surrounds me on all sides

In their minds, victory is in sight

Closing to advance on their final kill

Forces in the open ascend the hill

Swarming for blood like clustered sharks

No matter where I shoot, I’ll make my mark

A chain of bullets will rip and tear

One against all, the odds are only fair

Metal burns as the chamber spins

Obliteration is how I will win

Churn out a graveyard’s worth of death

The steam of my gun is my living breath

Deep within trenches, they hide

Watching as their brothers die

One machine is worth one million men

Marching hellbound for the devil’s den

Ten thousand rounds of lightning strikes

The thunder of the Gatling’s bite

No second spent without taking lives

Carrion on the battlefield thrives

Death’s cannon mounted on wheels

A whole army’s fate is sealed

The crack of bullets drowns out their screams

Technology in war once again reigns supreme

The blinding gunfire light

The final sight in their last fight

Mowing them down line by line

The Gatling assures victory is mine