Bullets flying, bombs falling
Wishing it would stop but it keeps on coming
Hear the cries of agony, the screams of terror
Tremors of explosions shake the earth
Merciless bullets ripping into flesh
Shrapnel pierces the heart
Feeling cold, fading from life
The hero becomes a victim
The legendary becomes forgotten
This isn't a game,
This is war
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