Hunting Season.
Irrational Reason.
Spill the Blood,
Of Child of God.
Dressed in white Camouflage
I entered the white
Forrest of Eden.
The Beauty denies genocide acts,
And hidden underneath white Leaf
I wait for the Shoot.
The Target in my T'scope.
With erected Cock.
Calculate the Distance.
The Trigger licks my Skin.
The Sound of Death,
Tear up the Silence.
A Full Metal Jacket,
Rapes the holy Flesh.
I see the Victim fall,
With me comes the Death.
But my T'scope's yet fixed,
On another Match.