You are a bright eyed newbie.
What lies before you,
Is a field fit for no man.
A crash landing
Threw you into battle.
Like a moth to a flame.
You are drawn to the fight.
All the while knowing
You are in the cross hairs
Of another human being
Who's living to wound you.
You know what's coming.
You hear a shot.
No matter how many friends you have,
No matter your money,
No matter how much you kick and scream and cry out
To whatever god you may believe in,
You will have a last breath.
You can not avoid your inevitable defeat.
