Heated rounds shot through the air like slice.
Glass of age shattering like it was bricks.
Individuals ducking into wooden tables.
Some young lads placed a barrier at door.
A firing round slams into a young lad's facial.
He fell onto the wooden floor of age.
Crimson spared like jelly onto the wooden.
He had death smacked his face and faded.
He choked on the air and crimson came out.
What seemed to be his brother of older.
Attempted to patch and help brother young.
But the attempts were a down fold of fail.
Tears of older poured down cheeky bones.
Older knew there wasn't a return of younger.
Older believed the lord took him and safety.
Of heavenly sweet and joy of another world.
Soldiers ran fast on their feet to achieve fast.
They came to doors and spat out orders.
Wailing of individuals burst into the mixture.
A smell of melted metal ammunition rounds.
