Eyes Locked.
Eyes locked. Hands ready.
Co-ordination honed.
Weapons chosen.
Death celebrated by graphic starbursts,
thunderous noise. Virtual reality.
An unknown land where minds journey.
In control of every pursuit.
Death of the enemy a prize sought after.
Military, monsters, aliens, jailbreaks.
All the same story of chase and destroy.
Lifting people out of this world.
All that stays behind, is their money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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